If the tears
don’t land,
the pain isn’t
real.
If you catch them
before they fall
everything is
fine.
If the tears
don’t land,
the pain isn’t
real.
If you catch them
before they fall
everything is
fine.
standing at the sink
I think of you, once again
outside, the rain pours
I sit on the bench
outside your house
wait for the light
to switch
on