My hair falls out and I blame it on the bleach
Dishes fill the sink and my place is starting to reek
From the food I've forgotten
Rotten like an offering

I've been alone every single day this week
It's ten hours still til you come to set
me free

From my mind that can't be quieted
With wine and reassurances
That I will not get lost in this again

My nails chip but I paint them to hide the stains
Of nicotine addiction and my forethought lacking of
Putting down a base coat
For reds that leave me yellow

I'm touch-starved and touch-shy
Cut my hair so I couldn't hide behind it
Sometimes I can't stand it
Yet it's all that I've wanted

Big earrings and bright lipstick
But I'm still not used to drawing eyes yet
Oh, I wish I could just see me
For whatever I am authentically

Ten hours is ten lifetimes to me
And all the iterations of me still live and breathe
Like flowers in the sun we grow
And wither in the lonely shade
And when the petals start to gray
They fill the soil with yesterday

And if I keep on moving forward
Like Eurydice, my happiness
It can't yet be felt, seen or heard
But my patience will bear reward

Just see the light in the little things And victories in little wins
And someday they will grow to fill those ten hours