Other days will come. The silence
Reminds me of you, and all of our quiet days
When nothing was similar. All that’s left is the violence
That tears through my mind as I sit here on our steps and gaze

If I came back it would never seem like it once did,
Which is more of a wound than when the laceration was fresh.
I guess its time to close the lid
Abandon dependency, and clean my flesh

It still rings in my eyes like movies played in reverse
The ending starts the film
A memory of inverse

Walking back, all of the pictures begin to melt away
People ask questions showing their concerns
A tired voice manages to whisper, I’m ok