Sweep

I can’t be there
For someone else
Some days
The coffee’s not enough
To wake
Compassion
Empathy
Some days
The weight
Of unsaid words
Exceeds the safety
Limit set
And cantilevered
Measured lines
Constructed
On a steady page
Come
Crashing down
In quiet debris
I sweep the floor
Towards an edge
And sit on it
Alone
Awake