He had said he loved her
every night and 
she had heard it 
until the words became 
mere carcasses of words
that rained down upon her
just before the rest
of the sky fell.

And that begs another question--
should I tell you that
the bruises on my toes
are the sum of my mistakes
walking in and out of doors?
Or that I'm spending
too much time these days
looking at the sky.