The Ever-Worn Disguise

Moments of joy
after a while...
become memory.

Cherished longings fade away,
the beloved drifts distant;
days shift, emotions blur,
tenderness falls silent,
sighs deepen in the quiet;
that moment, that familiar face—
soon vanishes.

I sink into prayer,
you come in imagination;
pain speaks as much as words.

The torn disguise within my chest—
takes ever stranger forms;
bleeding grows in this heart;
searching through shattered past,
in the wound's depths...
your touch becomes clearer.