The walls of

This

Space

Are heaving

With emotion

They rise

And

They

Fall

To the rhythm

Of

You.

The way

Your name

Rolled off

My tongue

Last

Winter.

Tiny angels

Diving

Into

Somersaults

And spinning.

But my tears

Fall

Too.

And through

The

Fall

They--

Just as fast--

Beat my words

To the floor

In

A

Race.

They crystallize

And shatter

Against

This bowl

Because sorrow

Sinks

Heavy

In an aquarium

Of salt.

Where hope

Is

Blurry.

When the water

Ripples.