Broken

In sleep, I dream of you.
Haunted, never left alone.
I awake with your deep brown eyes burned into my vision.
Your eyelashes echoed in negative over everything I see. 
There are tears in your eyes, 
But they are mine.
I seek solace, but cannot turn to you.
Your spirit is torn and frayed.
Instead, I find myself wishing to repair
The rent I've left behind
In my own tortured departure. 
I know there is more damage 
Than what I have created; 
So much of it is part of why I left. 
I want to heal myself. 
I want to heal you. 
I cannot heal either of us. 
We must, for now, both remain
Broken.