On The Ground

When I remember you
is when I look into your eyes
and find that there is nothing about you
that I see...

You change with the seasons
you stay the same
but you've added layers to you
I can't recognize you anymore
or any less
but it hurts because you hurt

I am broken because I see the cracks
I am broken because I see myself glued together
when pieces of me are on the ground
(remnants of the pain?)
I don't blame you for this
but I can't blame myself either

What is the use of crying when
the rain outside keeps clearing me
I see the dirt 
where it was once at home inside me
sliding down on to the ground...

I cry.