i get a little moribund when the air is cold and the rain won’t stop fucking falling

i get a little antisocial when the words choke me yet all i do is stare at the blank screen

there’s this krakatoan scar across the insides of my eyelids like an afterimage of her smile

you can imagine how often i refrain from blinking to spare myself undue harm

so you’ll excuse my frown as the rain pisses across a beautiful overcast day outside

and don’t take it personal when i stare through you while avoiding looking at you directly

it’s probably best to not comment on my red eyes as well to avoid any ugly sobbing

it’s me
not you