Curling up to your chest bone,
six feet above the ground,
it is so warm here,
but I am shaking.

A train goes by,
and then another.
And then an hour goes by and
it's hard to tell the difference between
time and
trains,
trains and
time.

Yesterday,
Your wall was moving.
It was telling me secrets about myself that
I never wanted to hear.
Today,
I woke up and didn’t recognize
My own face in the mirror.

The windows of my mind are
Falling apart.

I am absentmindedly synchronizing my breathing with
The wind –
Metronome.
It whispers,
pleas,

falling,
falling,
falling.