you think it's gone.
and even though
you're 'over' it,
you turn quickly when
faced with it.

it never truly goes.
if you get it once,
you get it twice.
twice, then thrice.
then every time the winter comes around.

try to cry in the shower,
so when nothing falls,
the water from the shower
head will satisfy
the hunger to feel
something dripping.

something is loose
and it makes you happy.
how sick is that?