I can't wait for the day,
Things will work out.
And I won't even think,
About the pain,
About the shame.
Oh how i can not wait,
For that fateful day.

How can you expect me to think
Much less speak
After even a glance
From your tiredly beautiful eyes?

I wish to hear you sing again

I wish there was a rhythm
to describe the way you shine
in the midst of the engulfing darkness

I wish to hear the sound of your presence
a talented melody,
with a hidden harmony of fear.

I wish I had the comforting musicality of your voice
so that I could convey the arpeggio
that I hear in every breath you take
a shaky reminder that you’re with me

I wish that I could play the piano
in the same way you coloured my world so beautifully-
melancholy and repetition
In every stroke and every measure,
In a language that you introduced me to,
In sad smiles and tired hands.

take me outside
been inside my head too long