i've been holding in
ternal discussions all night with the
winds blowing and i don't know
why the rain
falling seeping into the tiny cracks along the
bottom of parched
mud puddle remains
makes me think of you
early morning eyelids closed fast against
the storm and this fucking inverted umbrella
useless broken ruining my fistful of
paper
heart wrenching confessions to try and explain
your absence to myself
even though
i asked you to go