Her Dark Countenance

Your mask has a crack on the cheek

Larger if I'd noticed it sooner
But I’ve peeked past your porcelain skin
I’m over playing chess
With the black queen

I can’t say the things I want to say
by not saying them
It hurts you

The tender scar
Where your mask used to be
It must be hard

I missed the chance to see you

As you are