crashing to the floor

the room drops
back into my eyes
and slips down
my cheeks in
hot tears.

can't sleep
can't think of me -
just you. your face
jolts my frail soul
over and over
like november to april
frost. can't stop chasing
echoes of what never was.

all i can hear is
empty glasses crashing
to the floor -
but the house is empty.

figures in dreams tell me

i'm bReAKiNG