I want to cry
retreat into that lonely place
I'm reminded of
when I lose again.
I want explanations
an accounting of the truth
but maybe him saying nothing
resonates the loudest.
He would often send me music
expressions he calls them
and they'd speak for him
share his insides
with another's lyrics.
But this song is quiet, so quiet
I can hear my heart ripping in two
feel the pink draining from my cheeks
see the light dimming in my eyes.
I'll go to sleep tonight
wondering what he would've said
had he been a brave enough man.
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