I feel like falling rain,
the sound of gaps on pavement making one,
an empty constant painful sacred note
towards you. I’m angry at the world
and angry at myself,
for being angry at myself,
for being angry.

(if only I could remember all that I have learned,
surely I would be okay by now).

Like how there is no okay
that exists separate, or
that I loved you,
the barefoot walking bird watching all of you,
your heron neck, your shaded wings,
and how that wasn’t enough,
wasn’t nearly enough.

Divide both by zero.
Watch the walls disappear.