all things pass.
all things change...

it feels like
invisibility...

If I could,
I would surgically remove you...

I sway gently into sleep
cresting on the waves...

Like the sky
I give my grief back...

I am scared of being
diminished...

If you keep moving
you can't cry...

I
am half-built...

Scars fade.
Sometimes...

I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...

Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...

I wish I could
find the crack...