Dark braids
on my horizon
from the back
of your neck
impeccably arising.
How odd,
for them
to find their way
to me,
who crafted
many bridges
just to burn them.
This one you built
and aptly crossed it,
this smile you gave
I found, then lost it.
The smile, the braids,
the fiery blaze
nothing could I do
to earn them.