melt

you curse yourself a million times for thinking it.
you beat yourself to a pulp until you can't think anymore.
you watch the block of ice
as it chips away,
slowly melting.
and then you wait.
it's all gone and melted
and in the center you find

nothing

nothing but a big puddle of cold water.

the glass is neither half-empty
nor half-full.

the glass is shattered.
the water gone.
evaporated into the sky.
into the clouds.

barred windows and locked doors line the streets.
and you walk around
watching the streetlights change.
the invisible cars zooming by,
soundlessly.

when the first of the morning birds
begin to chirp,
when the sky turns
from black to purple,
and when you mind begins
to regain some sense of
reality,

that's when it hits you.

it hits you that you are alone;
your ice all chipped away.


you're now just a puddle of cold water.

the buzz is gone