My eyes droop and tire
I stare in your direction
Longing for you to move
And come back to me

The trees burn and wilt
My hair grows into mats
I cant seem to let go.

My feet stay in place
Soft trinkles of water
Crashes of droplets hit
The uneasy tub

Days pass
I find myself waiting,
Again.

Large knots
In my scalp
Leave me crying
As I can't brush them out.

I'm worn and stained
I'm bruised and rotten
You throw me out
And the fly of your memory buzzes in my ear.