I’m left on the ground
eyes focused on these old stained entryway tiles
asking you not to walk away.
I thought this was real,
but now alone I realize it was anything but.
don’t lose your grip darling
cause everything is in your hands
while I’m in the background;
the wash of a watercolor portrait
left to crack and fade in an hourglass.
my trembling hands reach to something
I’ve never been able to understand
but am all too familiar with
as I sink into the floor once again-
pretending this is just
an open eyed dream.