you are like january when you come over and

you cry so much your tears saturate the ground

and the mud and the root balls of gnarled trees

like gargantuan florets of aging broccoli bringing them

crashing down in a death metal drum roll.

i turn on the s.a.d light but the bulb is broken

and it dies like everything must with a faceless pop

so you leave and from my window i see

the great big sky and its is falling, falling just for you.