The day is vacant;
Where you ought be there is only emptiness
this and the howling pain of a sharp stone driven in again and again.
I stumble, I fall, I trip.
No matter how hard I try to stay steady
I find the feat impossible,
Take hold the floor –
hear the distant cry –
the scream of an animal fallen.
    your name, your name, your name,
far off howling sobs – it is i.
The deluge of tears that fill a once empty jar.
This is me, it must be.
Finding myself here alone in the early morning grey.
It says so much: it says, I have said it all.
Shhhh… do not say another thing.
These words, they hurt too much:
          Love
         Time
         No
        Don’t
       Please
Strung together – a necklace made of tears:
How it chokes and gags.