I never want to move again. I need to be fixed. I’ve tried long enough myself.  Someone hit me hard. Harder. What does eternity feel like? I bet it resembles the last few minutes before you call, as I watch the leaves rustle back and forth on the tree by my window. I always think they should break off and fly away, but they never do. They stay there, dancing madly about, thrown indiscriminately by the wind. I wonder if someone could ever move me so.

If the world made sense I would say

That the sky has not stopped crying

For you

Since those doors opened for you yesterday;

Nor

Have we.

But the world has no purpose, no plan,

And that chaos is the only reason

You are gone.

And so it is us only

That are weeping.

Now the Earth has been thrown

Over your limp form,

And now I am left wondering

When the rain will stop.