broken stones
where once a heart
invisible walls
keep us apart

nights pass
under fading moon
nowhere to go
arriving too soon

the warmth of your kiss
the truth of your love
forever gone—
lone mourning dove

all i have left
as i travel this dark
more miles to go
too weak to start

then, the muzzle,
pressed close to my head
one last broken stone
one last piece of lead.