Shards of glass are twisting in my heart
Shrapnel I didn't know could already be there.
Funny how I know, how I knew,
My worst fears would tumble out of your mouth
Into my ear, down through a phone chord to my heart.
A chord with your name on it
That's played only victrola music for you
Ever since my lonely eyes met you.
You checked yourself in
Now you're bailing yourself out,
You say to keep the hurt and my heart apart...
Well, it's too late, you already played that part.
The shape of your hands, the roll of your pen,
My soul was just beginning to memorize.
My mind sings don'tleavemedon'tleavemedon'tleaveme
But my eyes are looking straight ahead.
Because I,
I see you
And this poem is far from being finished yet.