dropped down into this

searing early morning, where

the corners of the sky are peeling at the

edge.

broken chairs and broken lives,

days i don’t remember crumpled around my feet

and i wrap my hand around this cup of coffee,

growing cold.

looking through these cardboard windows

(you loved me then)

too much blue, too much

blue.

screaming hello (overandoverandover)

but it doesn’t matter, ‘cause

you wouldn’t hear me

anyway.

and all the stars are fading

out.