When you left me lonely here,
I thought that I would drown in tears...


How many palms have you been held in?
How many prints upon your plastic
How many scrapes against your tape
How many listens and
How many loves, broken?


As one was wiped away
another would take its place...


You have taken your last breath
you died when I stepped into the room
searching for something to break
and you were doomed from the start,
weren't you?

We've cried out last tear. You've cried yours
who knows who you were singing about
in that sorrow of yours
but drown in your salt, &
it's over.


Drop by drop, as time went by,
I slowly ran that river dry
Until I finally realized today


Nails in your lips.
A pull.
A tug.

A crack.


That I've cried my last tear for you.