It seems weird and wrong to many I’m sure.
Incorrect or impossible or unlikely
But I’ve done this before
Stuck together for whatever reason
He keeps insisting every light
I should keep it in my head or away so that no one can judge or think this or that
But it can’t be helped,
Constant.
Accidental things from the past.
Strange crazy thousands of miles travelled to fall towards nothing
I ask questions that make him flinch
Stop
I listen.
Just say it though. I wonder.
Unendingly continuing on.
Unending lyrics.
Songs that never end.
Somewhere someday somehow
If only the words could reach you where it’s not just a memory screaming.
Someone I loved so dear.
Quiet when they don’t have anything to say.
Loud as hell when they do.
I can’t let it go.
He insists something must be said.
Or at least
To me.
What about and who and why?
Sometimes the worst part is that I still hear it.
Even when there’s no sound.
Leave a comment