a play in 3 acts

The more I think In This head of mine
The more I think of past times in the wind like wind chimes as I pick from my favorites of those memories in my mind the more I see they will never be just mine

(pulling back the curtains)

looking outside
looking for hope
looking for the way to cope
looking at a tree
thoughts of hanging a rope

the window
reflection of a widow
her head slopes

the window
lays
an envelope
the note
she clears her throat
it begins to rain
she whispers my name
with no blame
with no shame
i love you
the
same

the window
(the curtains close)

when
will my heart
understand
that i am not
living in a book?

that when
i fall
for someone
in a relationship
or
for someone
i can't have

that there isn't
the slightest chance
i end up
with them


when
will my heart learn?

is it just me
or does
everything at night
seem more intensive?

the music
hits your feelings
way harder

the thoughts
scream louder
in your head

the world
is almost
completely silent


the world
seems just so
much purer