My sole confidant
In my darkest times
While everyone else is asleep
Is near by the church
I grew up in.
He played trumpet -
They carved that in the stone
They placed in the earth,
Nearly a month after he died -
3 days after I turned 13.
It rained that day.

Everything changed when the weather did
I just happened to fall Before the leaves got a chance
Suddenly whispers sound like screaming
And i keep checking my phone in the evening
I wont reflect in the past for that will get me nowhere
I'll soon be an expert at pretending not care

That's the thing about a callused heart.
It still beats,
bleeds
And loves
the way any other heart does.
Its a matter of feeling those things that becomes difficult.