I write "you exist"
on the fragility of my wrist
because I need to remind myself
that this isn't a nightmare
and life has good parts too.

I need these words to fetter me
as if I were something solid
because I haven't felt that lately

I am the dead leaf
detached from branches
broken off from life

I am the echo in the mountain
too late
belonging to no one

I am the carving on the tree trunk
a reminder of a love already gone
fading, unnoticed

I am the falling star
burning, blazing
dead a million years.

I am nothing
but I exist.

I exist.

Can you see her eyes?
Shining silver like the moon,
And gold like the stars
They're really beautiful,
but still darker than space

They are green,
Like the meadows in June
But blue as the ocean
And brighter than the sun

You said,
"Yes of course I see them!"

Then I saw you holding her hand everyday
Clinging to her
Like the world would shatter to pieces
If you ever let go

And I saw you
Kissing her forehead
And nuzzling into her neck
Like she was all that ever meant something

But then I listened to her cries and sobs
In the middle of the night in my room
After she told me
That you gave up on her

I found myself wondering
Did you ever truly see her eyes?