Heart

I see,
past the lights,
beyond any sting,
my most darling of things,
smiling past a battlefield, back at me,
pulse,
my fingers sleep,
resting upon my beauty,
her love, the finest of the fine things,
smoke,
my head shaking,
because you aren't taking,
a thing, besides that most precious thing,
inside you,
for the sake of taking a break,
outta me,
and now,
you're
gone.