I don’t know how to start this poem
except that I pulled it out of loam

With every tear I cry
I find myself asking why

Things turn out the way they do
Like a me without a you

And an eye without a sea
of tears that could bring you back

I wish you’d answer my call
It feels like there is a wall

Chipping away at the chip on my shoulder
It feels like a boulder

Ready to sink me in a sinkhole
I pray that somewhere in the silence

I’ll find myself whole