You didn’t know what to say when the world went to break and cut off for you your own lonely corner. 

You touched your own pale cheek, your own pink lips, fell apart like sand without the crush of bodies. The satellites and Jupiter reach for you in the dark.

I can’t taste your bitter tree bark blessing if I found a way to find you; you are just an empty heart all deflated and dried out at the edges. 

And everything came down to this, didn’t it?