the first thing i do
when i wake up
in the morning
is cry

the last thing i do
when i go to bed
at night
is cry

there are times
i do not count
anymore
during those times
in between
i cry

now i cry
and i no longer
no why
because there's
no reason
to cry
when there's
no
reason

The first time I saw you
Your hands were covering your eyes
Your sunglasses weren't
Enough

Your lattice veined hands pluck
Away at chords you've
Long forgotten.
Did you sleep last night?

Have your dreams
Broken in
To your
Days?

Your tears run like
Seattle gutter water
Clearing clean paths down your
Face

It still hurts
There's still garbage in the drains
But you're this much
Cleaner

I only have you for a minute,
two at best.
Therefore it would be silly of me
to stand here on my head,
you there,
wherever you are,
reading this.