I crush tablets beneath a spoon and remark on how even remedies turn to dust
if you apply just the right amount of pressure.
I hang my head because I forgot to live a little and now time’s slipping,
plus my shoulders ache from all the weight.
In my minds eye I can see fairy lights, decorating a gravestone
marked with the words ‘good intentions’.
I riffle through unopened letters that I sealed years ago
with the salt from tears I wasted on you.
These days all of my notebooks are empty
because I have run out of things to say
that I haven’t already screamed
to the heavens
not that it matters,
no one listened.