Basement Thoughts
She came and went.
as if it were easy
for all of us
to stand back and
watch.
Faster, slower, stop.
the water continued
dripping
collecting
cascading towards
the only thing keeping me from
completely shattering
into a thousand incomplete shards.
Ten beads left on the rosary
nine razor bites on my wrist
eight hours left to go
before seven hours
of quiet, defeaining noise.
Six times two,
I don't know if
those months will keep me
from fading away
gradually, and then
suddenly, like a flame
in their dreams.
The last thread
I have with the universe
is peacefully sleeping
a floor above me.
The bed is cold,
the window is warm
yet all I can feel
is the numbness
from the inside creeping out.