ball dropt
and we all froze
ball dropt
and it’s rolling on
ball dropt
i can’t keep on
ball dropt
thru fingers
thru hands
past our gaze
and around our heads
“it’s hard for everyone,”
she says to me
as if my story is un-unique
as if it’s just another leaf on the tree
as if it’s just another wrinkle on his forehead
as if
“i’m sorry”
i hadn’t said
ball dropt
bye bp
The stars on my ceiling will guide
me tonight. The neon-green shams
of moons will watch me as I sleep.
They will be my comrades as I
battle having to dream about you.
My night lights and I know
that when you sleep you do
not dream of me, you are not
dreaming of me, you are not
dreaming of me.
I lay next to you and wish
you rest. But, when you lay
next to me do you wish me
anything?
I can feel heartache blooming
in the space where your name
used to shine.
