my walls crumbled


every now and then

I remember


no one to talk to

no one to look

out for me


I am damaged goods


the condensation

on my glass

reflects  my mood


my glass

cries for me


every now and then

she’s supposed

 to look down on me


wheres the hand

that supposed to help


many nights

I cursed God

for taking her away


and the pain

he wreaked  upon me


But she achieved her

dream and died


my walls crumbled

like condensation

on a glass