your eye shade looks like new
it has been three days since you've bathed
you've been crying
but your eyes look like glass
i cannot count the drops of heart in them
you sit, and smoke, like a thousand poems have said
wrong eyes through the blue cloud
and your glass, rolls on the floor
but i cannot count the fractures
i tried to count the stars
there were far too many
so i gave up
and watched my glowing steps
fade back into wet sand
but now i picture you
and your eye shade is brand new