A Sweet-Sorrow

There in the puzzle of matching our wounds,
My heart will tune the untold fable I kept,
The quench to be located...,
Where you were the thirst I held...
And by the time your bird will fly to life,
Your breath will circle my bones,
And crush the waiting into the largest ocean...

*** But then within seconds my string would burst

In the pain of the re-repeating dream of this scar...