on the first day,
i watched the sun rise
and i danced where i used to mourn.
on the second day,
i was light on my feet,
my body a feather.
on the third day,
i was tired
and i had no energy to walk out the door.
on the fourth day,
my eyes lose color
and my lips crack and fade.
on the fifth day,
my head rests
and my body becomes motionless.
on the sixth day,
i eat the glass of my shattered love
and i drink the memories we have together.
on the seventh day,
i see you walking down the street
and i get drunk on broken down deja vu.
i broke my arms
to reach for you.
