Since I'm being melancholy
instead of doing what I should.
I'll write about all
the things I would tell you
if I still could.

You remind me of a musical.
One that I sing long after
the curtain has closed.
One full of heartbreak.
One full of everything that makes
a great show.
And you are all the characters.
The ones I love...
the ones I hate.
And I can never quite get over you,
I watch you over and over
staying up way too late.

But there are some days I don't sing your songs.
I find other melodies.
I carry on.

But one day eventually,
before too long...
maybe the show hasn't played in quite some time.
Or I have forgotten the words to a song.
I will sing of you once more.
Bathing myself in your music.
And I'm past the point of losing it
I just linger there, I guess.
Like your hand around my shoulders,
my head on your chest.

And if it feels too much,
I can always disengage.
But I wonder...sometimes...
do you even know the music
of my play?