It's like coming back to an empty room,
filling blanks with my mind
while I look for you.
It's the half-life
of my memories
that betrays me now as I replay through each scene.
Holding the bag
of fast fading photos
and stumbling home alone past windows
that could've been ours.
Now I can't remember
my getaway plan.
That year's November
dropped me into cold;
arrested breaths
sold me out
3 years, still scared to death...
...that the time'll prove you right,
that no indictment ever left a man so blind.
I'll sit in the dark, then lie on the floor.
But Justice can see you've gone so
far on your own way
and that's just fine.
When this empty room echoes,
that sound is mine.
Trip through the doorway in domestic dark
in this sick span of space
where it echoes stark.
And it sounds wrong
to my puzzled ears.
Nothing fits in this vacant place without you here.
What good's a home
when it's all ghosts and regrets
and one lonely soul resisting egress?
These fumbling hours
spent searching for landmarks
that used to be here,
can't find them so far.
dropping into slow
arrested breaths
Won't go out
3 years, still scared to death...
...that my memory's decayed
that the best of me invested got mislaid.
I'll sit in this room, in the thick, empty dark.
And, now, I can see you've gone so
far on your own way
and that's just fine.
Now the silence here echoes;
I'm losing time.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
It's like coming back to an empty room,
filling blanks with my mind
while I look for you.
It's the half-life
of my memories
that betrays me now as I replay through each scene.
Holding the bag
of fast fading photos
and stumbling home alone past windows
that could've been ours.
Now I can't remember
my getaway plan.
That year's November
dropped me into cold;
arrested breaths
sold me out
3 years, still scared to death...
...that the time'll prove you right,
that no indictment ever left a man so blind.
I'll sit in the dark, then lie on the floor.
But Justice can see you've gone so
far on your own way
and that's just fine.
When this empty room echoes,
that sound is mine.
Trip through the doorway in domestic dark
in this sick span of space
where it echoes stark.
And it sounds wrong
to my puzzled ears.
Nothing fits in this vacant place without you here.
What good's a home
when it's all ghosts and regrets
and one lonely soul resisting egress?
These fumbling hours
spent searching for landmarks
that used to be here,
can't find them so far.
dropping into slow
arrested breaths
Won't go out
3 years, still scared to death...
...that my memory's decayed
that the best of me invested got mislaid.
I'll sit in this room, in the thick, empty dark.
And, now, I can see you've gone so
far on your own way
and that's just fine.
Now the silence here echoes;
I'm losing time.
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