Room of Tears

Oh, room. You are my tear room.
Walls, carpet, bed, windows
Dark, warm breeze flowing through
All made of these salty tears of my heart.
These tears that have made me
these last few weeks.
My form has vanished
to the waterfall of sharp hot tears.
Sometimes they are cooler and fall softly
Shades of green, tender shoots.
This room knows it all.
My tears, my laughter make this place.
These walls. This rug. This bed. The windows, open to the sky ever-changing.
Dear room, please continue to hold me and all my tears.