you never told me you needed me
just lists of other things deserving your attention.
your dreams were what was most important to you
and i can't say i blame you.

people are fault ridden creatures
after all.

i don't get lonely anymore.
the stench of coffee
and the staggered breath
of the same old records
keeps me.

my only frustration is that the music was too short
the dreams too painful
the quiet too loud.

the space between tracks is where i live
that repeating abyss you can't ignore
as you await the next song
hoping it will take you from this place.

it's odd how we never think anything of the silence
until it blankets us
and is the only thing left to talk about.