When I hear

DeBussy’s Nocturne my

Heart which I

Wear on my

Sleeve bleeds saturating

My arm crimson

As clear tears

Well and roll

Wetting my lips

I miss those

Long lost loves

Like the kite

Caught in headwinds

Snatching it from

My hands taking

It somewhere else

Now a limp

String with nowhere

To fly I

Simply sit and

Imagine its life

In someone else’s

Hands bringing joy