We never had a song—
no chorus to hum,
no melody stitched
into the seams of us.
And maybe we didn’t need one.
Maybe the silence was enough.
But you love music.
And I love music.
So how did we not have a song,
if the love was real?
When we were dancing
were we pretending to feel?
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 12:11 AM UTC
We never had a song—
no chorus to hum,
no melody stitched
into the seams of us.
And maybe we didn’t need one.
Maybe the silence was enough.
But you love music.
And I love music.
So how did we not have a song,
if the love was real?
When we were dancing
were we pretending to feel?
I have no song I can't listen to while I grieve what was, and somehow that's healing.
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