I'm getting kind of scared cause the moments when I lose you dissipate and

later evaporate,

I cry tears of steel

they fall on silver railings and drip drop in the pond, little ripples of contempt

murmuring, whispering soft breath on my neck- huskily.

i am churning & burning and turning inside out, I lie here

collecting

the sky, the peppermint speckled sky, which I

stow away

in a tattered

briefcase

for when

I need it

Most.