44.

I watched the moon and mused last night
I think
I just get sad sometimes

I hear my fingers dripping threads of rain
and pooling at my feet
wonder whether my eyelashes are real
and memories are gone
so what remains

silver beads of sweat along my arms and legs
I could say it was beautiful
but
I just get sad sometimes

and sunset orange turns to gray
what shone before is now caked with dirt
what sang now sleeps
and where have my daydreams gone

I feel my flowers drooping
nodding quietly and slinking
stems browning at the ends
leaves crinkle sideways

I watched four days roll past the window
no words to offer them
no effort
nothing real
nothing golden
because
I just get sad sometimes