a tear rolls down my face
tonight is cold, and the room is warm
like the touch of window
when my nose is pressed against the glass on a cold autumn day—
hm wait! there is so much noise
what’s with the commotion?
perhaps I left the music in my brain on…
or is it just me replaying conversations like a merry-go-round of pensées?
is that why I feel so dizzy?
is that ~maybe~ why I feel so lost?
“the only way out is through”
but they didn’t tell me I had to breathe without you though
and what about all the things,
we didn’t yet do?
“reap what you sow”
but i sowed a beautiful garden
and now there’s a fence around it that I didn’t build—
and some people asking me questions that I don’t want to hear
i pick dandelions and braid them into a crown,
“i’m trying” I whisper to the sweet blades of grass
“i love you, and i’m trying”
i place the crown next to the part of the bed where you should be
goodnight, I whisper
goodnight, no one whispers back
