All you have left

In a stolen night,
I hear you strumming on heart strings,
Making my skin crawl,
Screeching, screaming.
I brace my ears to the
Cold, raucous sounds, hush
Change remains reluctant,
I remain concerned.
Sleep doesn’t forgive my mind,
Yet scatters my thoughts
Spacing the patches of dark
Stretching them into dead of night.
Once smiles danced across our,
So similarly dissimilar lips, eyes, skin,
We’d play beneath sepia portraits
In lost plains of smoke and colour.
The stolen pictures is all you left,
Two people, synchronised,
Happy.
But it’s just something you found,
Not something you breathe.