Became
soft and tired
of the delicate dance
on invisible glass of your
sadness

One night,
when you slipped out,
running from what is known.
nameless blades of grass slit your  skin,
so weak.

The Fear,
is it surreal?
veins strained into ribbons
to grab, and patiently untie
the knot

Listless,
you transformed
into a shell, and sat
shoreline swallowing sand, I still
loved  you.