to soothe my everything

this mind feels raw
the spirit, worse
turning towards a miniature
fraction of what might have been
had love, a present figure, stayed
the dark and grey
would find reverse

recast the die
i do not care
to see the spinning cubes stand still
telling what could be renounced
while love, a present figure, floats
to hover here
and whisper there

to soothe my everything