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.

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