This city finds new ways to break my heart
each time.
Every wall,
every pavement,
every room
holds a story of her
I can hear her laugh echoing down this street, that street
See her dancing under electric lights
Remember us walking arm in arm, into the night.
Echoes.
And when I close that book
His book,
after all these years
Peeling back the pages,
all that’s left is sadness
at the core.
But my sadness
doesn’t belong to him
anymore.
Sadness
trickling down the spine.
It’s no longer our story
that haunts my mind.
When closure comes in the shape of him
and faceless bodies between the sheets,
the faceless bodies between my thighs retreat
They reveal a game of avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat.
Clarity hits hard
Their bodies, distractions
wearing different disguises
Protecting my mask
from shattering
Excusing the past
from mattering
Avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat.
This city finds new ways to break my heart
each time.
Every wall,
every pavement,
every room
holds a story of her
I can hear her laugh echoing down this street, that street
See her dancing under electric lights
Remember us walking arm in arm, into the night.
Echoes
lingering in my mind
Echoes
of a life we left behind.
I love this. It is so beautifully written. It speaks to me, in the same way I imagine it can speak to so many others. Keep writing these thoughts, and keep singing about the ‘echoes’. For there are so many stories, so many souls, whose stories are interwoven, and painfully but beautifully relevant.
Thank you for writing!