Worthy

I sort my tears
letting them fall in boxes
is it
is it not
wishing I could
break these feelings on the line
like graham crackers

walking up to the image in my mind
I can't help but measure
how far I am away from
folding my life into
what it was from what it is

missing lips never kissed
arms never reached for
a heartbeat never heard
I realize where I am
and it needs no clipping

it doesn't stop the tears
from falling in boxes
is it
is it not
worried about being worthy
knowing sun rays are sunshine