Never enough

It’s easier to cry these days. Than to laugh or smile or nod. The sound of everything lost pressed to my ear like a seashell. But there’s no ocean. There’s just forever. The future in its torn parachute feigning flight with its fall.

Pennies heavy in my palm from a thousand misplaced wishes. Still not enough to buy anything with. Being hungry is easy. Satisfaction is the hard part. Where to go, what to eat. Everyone waiting for my decision. As the hollow spaces fill up with bad poetry. Sweeping up forgotten moments for rainy days that never come. Staring up at stars I can no longer name. Wishing this connection could be enough.