when you hear my voice
just look under your doorframe
in the tiny crack just big enough for a bug to crawl through
just small enough to slip a letter inside

when you hear the rain
just look for me dancing in the droplets
falling like tiny liquid filled diamonds
the warm blanket of everythingness covers your lawn

when you sing off key
just think of me smiling like a wild sunflower
in a forest of familiarity
posing with the choirs in your most lifelike illusions

one day, you’ll find me scattered in the memories you chose to leave behind
one day, you’ll acknowledge your blunders
and i’ll be the utter worst of them
you’ll trace the path back to where we first met
which was nowhere, no specific location
you sang chants to me, but i was deaf then
i had forgotten to disperse the flaws of my opinionated self
and now the yellow brick road is turning into coal
God to you is just some kind of illegitimate father of yours
and i just can’t deal with such irreversible ignorance
i stood underneath every strand of mistletoe i could see, but you always mistook it for poisonous holly
and i know you would never even look outside to spot me dancing in the sky’s tears
and now i’m just writing a letter to the men in my reveries
and that’s just depressing

but when you hear my voice
just look under the doorframe
in the tiny crack just big enough for my goodbyes to reach you
and just small enough for my sorrow to slip through