As the music fades, and the radio sits quiet,
He pauses, and speaks:
"I know this silence,
that void before the resonate chorus
that signaled the start of that miracle
self-destruction of a love,
I know this silence,
deep breath inhale, white sea noises
soon rise.
I know this silence,
why does this return to me?
These crossed-stars had long ago burnt out,
willed dark as coals,
I know this silence.
This terror, heart-clutched tremor,
O mine angel, you shake me.
Your memory, as breath, as smoke
i choke, i gasp,
your smell in my throat,
my lungs, my heart,
my
waterways.
See mine angel? let me be.
But O, how I know this silence,
these fond memories buried,
the lingering tingle of last lip-brushes...
I will it all to stay."
But in his head, he thinks it best
to let sleeping ghosts rest,
for only fools let possess
them old spirits
And the radio asks a wise question:
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
Author notes
SOmetimes a song just strikes you, brings back a bunch of half-forgotten memories. For those of you wondering: Imogen Heap: "Hide and seek"
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I get it I get it!
I agree, some things are just meant to be left alone. Yay Imogen Heap. Its so awkward that these things keep popping up and dragging backwards what should never have resurfaced. I wish I could just leave it a l o n e . Abby says "Hi" I say "the dust has only just begun to fall- oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover the sweeping insensitivity of this still life hide and seek blood and tears you were here first"
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Its not so much "never should have resurfaced" as it is "these need to sleep awhile." Im sure you get it.
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