i find myself
here again.
blue jeans and barefoot

the ground, too
cold.
ah, all i can do
is watch the single tear
fall, with that cruel deafening silence and explode
on the dirt below

for all i have left
is that one tear

but when i returned later
after slamming that same ****
door
i found a single spring sprout
stretching its limbs, growing
out of the
less-cold ground