Burning Memory
It’s funny how the thing that made me realize how bad it was again, was a simple request.
A short “Tell me about yourself.”
I didn’t know the disaster started when the answer release.
Always said someday I’d get out and got out. Life flashes before my eyes these days, memories fogging my mind. It still feels lonely within, and even the voices in this head have left her alone.
Heavy is her chest that aches with all the things she cannot say.
I close my eyes and contemplate something new, as I ready to break the glass that lays in my hand, it finally rain. I used to think maybe one day, the desire will stop, and each thread a memory, a piece of our past is gone. The rain starting to pour, giving everything beautiful lightning. The sound of the rain keep me awake. And life feels like a bleak view of what may be.
Questions linger in my mind, if I forget the memories would the longing cease? If I let go now, would life had been completely different? I lay here, and there, and think, how is it possible we can be so lost and forgotten. Everyone is busy, rushed, careless, pathetic, and I lay here, and think.
Going back and forth on the same things, in the same place, pacing around the room, are we really moving?
And now you’re one step away from being stranger again, you’re still here but you’re so far removed now. I still see you sometimes. When I sit there long enough, I start to hear your voice in the silence.
“I Miss You.” Those 3 words, I held so dearly to my heart.
Why don’t we spin forever sweetheart? I still want another piece of your soul spinning around my own. All I can think now is a fading melody of your voice of who we used to be and what could’ve been. Maybe you were right, I am the happiest when I smile, and saddest when I cry. Little could’ve been done, now I can’t look at the empty floor, and expecting something to appear.
So, no is the answer,
I find
in the silence.
