The record skipped the songs
your sorrow replayed.
The me you loved ceased
like the power outage in a well-lit home
on a brisk autumn evening.
She was gone just like that.
A precious expression enslaved
my name to the dullest part
of the person I knew as myself.
A fleeting moment passed me
beyond the lyrics’ avarice
hides behind your smokey eyes.
Paralyzed with insecurity,
I beg my tongue to let you know
I can’t fathom the scars
in my lungs, leaking what panics
me the most about fidgety nights in Seattle.
Every stranger I encounter is
another shattered dream, but everyone
has your solitary gaze with a forced smile.
Guilty, I’m not good enough; I push you away.
But when we’re together, we’re not dead inside.
(© 2022 AC)