Change;

in your pocket,

on my mind

the swell of ideas

of currents and waves.

This;

new and crude

cut darkly, starkly

into unyielding flesh

hearts beating in kind

in time.

You;

blindly seeking the sun

for warmth that her touch

will never give.

Endings;

where beginnings

dare not venture,

and shattered china

splinters and catches

fragile lace,

it tears.