the sky has shattered--
fairy tale stardust
and schrapnel--
all is painted yellow-red.

no, you say you're coping
but the truth is falling down
in fragments,
a little secret clinging to the back of each.
i want to wake you up.

make you feel
alive
make you feel
at all...

if i pry open your eyes
will i see white?
like nuclear divinity...
or will two empty,
unfeeling orbs
stare back at me?

sometimes,
while you are busy
(not living)
i tell you how much you deserve
not to be here.