It's at times like this
that I see your face
in every crevice and empty space
Those haunting eyes held locked
             in place

It's at times like this
that the memories ambush me
Wearing animal skin diapers
Fixing to gut me
            with their spears

It's times likes this
that all the empty words shower me like rain
droplets crawling about my skin
Soaking into open
             wounds

And yet it's at times like this
that I wonder what kind of sound it would make
If you hit the pavement falling from a
very high
             building