I saw him standing there at that place you like to go,
I followed him and made two right turns and a left… well you know,
He stood there staring like his eyes were caught in a fire,
And I watched how this place took you in as you leapt for desire,

I met him there the next day and two weeks after that,
To go over and see how your story had yet again fell flat,
I almost stepped closer to feel how his gaze would meet mine,
But I mirrored your moves and felt time slurp up our shine,

I wished so badly to carry him on my back and lead you out,
This place he likes to go wouldn’t allow me to take that route,
It was you that had to take your eyes off of the flame for a quit,
And see how he left a burn from your head all the way to your sprit,

I’d never make the mistake to bring you here again if I could,
If we would take the right out followed by two left turns, I would,
Your body would unmold and your eyes unstuck to the place where he’d go,
I’d take you to a new place where I would lead and I’d give you a show,

Because if I were that voice in your head, I’d be a voice you’d like to hear,
My whisper would be a sound of choice, not the production of tears,
I’d laugh and laugh and I’d tell you to join in without him too,
Because if I was the voice in your head I know you’d be the happy you.

I pushed the end button placed on my phone,
The screen went black and I looked up at you,
One tear escaped me that was preened lone,
I needed calm courage to plunder through,

That was the night I made a grown man devolve,
My words struck him in the soul as I saw,
How a silent string of talk can’t be solved,
And the news of his loss made us all bawl,

Numbers of souls gathered who had got word,
How the boy too young to love died too soon,
I’d shake hands with the next friend of the herd,
And your eyes looked lost like sand in a dune,

Sorry to be the one who bared bad news,
I, too think that his death left a black bruise.

You’re upset but I no longer can care,
I won’t repeat my sensitivity,
Still figuring out how you love him so fair,
But life has its way of giving no pity,

I avoid the words I know you will spit,
The labor of love is truly hard work,
I’ll listen to how your desire’s writ,
As I fall back into my state of murk,

In the haze of thoughts I think of moments,
Where it was just us in the grass and trees,
There wasn’t a care of an opponent,
Except the occasional swat of bees,

My swelled heart will forever be yours.
I’ll listen to your never-ending wars.

You're wrapped around my emotion
With no invitation or a notion
So I politely tell you to leave
Get out please and just cease
To exist as a voice I don't know
And leave my mind before I let go