our hearts are journals kept
filled with loss we accept
a lover’s palimpsest
enigmas in our chest
faint scripts of ardor
obscured by pain’s torpor

we sleep awake in days
our worlds feel out of phase
in dreams we rewrite all
and let desires enthrall
 ne’er a page torn apart
tales of our unsung heart

I wrote this poem in vers libre, but structured it in two sestets with lines in 6 syllables.