When it was time to leave (for you to go)
You found me in cross-hatched darkness
Stirring sugar in the smallest cup
Standing on pebbles of acrylic nothing

The syrup coated my cotton-pink fingers
Snakes of cold air clicking along my spine
Sweetness nestling into baklava layers
Elbows bare and cracking

How long did you watch my shoulders break?
Gelatin soft bones pulled by lack of gravity
Obsidian hammers pounding against my skull
Negative space swirling in the sugar bowl

I am only as small as I think you are
You are largest when I don't know you at all
I can almost feel the salt of the wind in my eyes
But you've told me I lie worst when I'm all alone.