I was left dejected & crumpled like my note on the greasy floor of your rubber car mat. I'm just a silly girl who thinks that quicker breaths & facet water will make my eyes believe that they are sad enough to shed a tear, or three or fortysix or sevenhundred&ninetytwo - whatever would be the exact amount to bring you back. Often I wonder what shade of crayola your eyes are today, or if you're sketching out on sidewalks the way you always did. I know that it's because of you that the night washes away thse sunbeams, & it's your hand that drew the celestial flurries that make me so jealous of the stars ; because every night, they get to see you.