Ode to a Best Friend:

I am quite empty 
these past few moments 
like each and every thought 
I've had 
is dripping out my nose 
and onto the bathroom floor 
a kind of domestic rage 
pooling at my feet 

you said my name 
and a window slammed shut 
because I am trying 
to be strong 
not kind 
but I am also buying yarn 
because your ears got cold 
and I want to knit you a hat 

sadness always hits me 
like a screen door
with broken springs 
all at once 
and I hold myself together 
ands its not quiet 
or beautiful 
it is like cleaning up paint