Name A Tear After You

Name A Tear After You

Name a tear after you

It would not fall

Morning leans in

cold on the lashes

a brightness I couldn’t enter

It stayed

a small glass seed

lodged behind the ribs

wintering

No letters, no sound

Only this

a hard, clear silence

refusing thaw

I carry it

like a period of ice

at the end of a sentence

I no longer read

And still

somewhere warmer

water begins to move

through the chambers

touching the frozen name

until it blurs