#isittrue
Is it true that the silence is louder tonight,
stretched thin across the miles of wire?
I can hear your breath, a ghost of light,
flickering low like a dying fire.
Do you hold the phone to your other ear
to hide the sound of what I fear?
Is it true that the map has grown so wide,
and the ink has bled on the lines we drew?
There is nowhere left for us to hide
from the distance that is swallowing you.
Your voice is a tether, frayed and old.....
is it still a hand for me to hold?
Is it true that you’re looking at the same pale moon,
but seeing a sky I no longer know?
You say that you’ll be coming home soon,
but your heart is already starting to go.
Is the "I love you" just a habit now,
a broken promise, a hollow vow?
Is it true that the room where you’re standing is cold,
or is it just the way that you’re speaking?
There are stories left in us, yet to be told,
but the foundation is tired and creaking.
Tell me the truth, even if it cuts deep....
is this a secret you’re tired to keep?
Is it true that you’re memorizing my face
from a photograph kept on a digital screen?
Because I can feel every inch of this space,
and the heavy, dark ocean that’s sitting between.
Are we just echoes of who we once were,
lost in a static, a frantic blur?
Is it true that you wake in the middle of dark
and reach for a side of the bed that is bare?
Or have you extinguished the very last spark
and found a new comfort in nobody there?
Is the ghost of my pillow a weight or a grace?
Can you still find my name in that empty space?
Is it true that the words are getting harder to find,
like stones at the bottom of a frozen well?
I am searching the labyrinth of your mind,
trying to break through this quiet spell.
Are we talking just to keep from the end,
or are you still my lover, my life, and my friend?
Is it true that you’re scared of the person I’ve become,
now that I’ve learned how to live on my own?
The beat of my heart is a different drum
than the one that you knew when the seeds were first sown.
Do you love the woman I am today,
or the one that the distance has carried away?
Is it true that there’s someone else in the room,
even if they are only a thought in your head?
Is there a flower beginning to bloom
in the garden we left, that I thought was dead?
Give me the mercy of being unkind....
don’t leave me waiting, and lonesome, and blind.
Is it true that you’re still on the other end,
or am I just talking to the wind and the wire?
I am waiting for a signal for us to transcend,
to pull our two souls from this circling pyre.
Is it true that you’re coming? Is it true we survive?
Are we still, after all of this, truly alive?
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
i am thinking
is it true
that the sky
will cry for you
when you call
and no one's there
is it true
the winds appear
and they sing-song
of the tale
of a lone girl
who's in despair
i am listening
is it true
when you say
i'm here for you
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC