you get me high
and not in a good way
coiled up tight
wired til five
up all night
not in a good way
hey hello goes on
long after you’re gone
and not in a good way
nervous
system ringing
singing
outta tune
in the in-between
everything you choose
to not say
no sweat, huh?
even though it’s not the small stuff.
unspoken
words
echo
a reminder
of all
that’s passed
between us
in the emptiness
of our exchange
our spoken words
are magnificent –
magnified by insignificance
of any kind of truth
or even reality
an intentionally abandoned
mutually avoided history
you can’t rewrite it
by ignoring it you know –
or are you really somehow able to
forget?
there’s no music here
in the silent sounds
of the things we don’t say
I love you means nothing
when you see
the writing on the wall
in cold past midnight
shards of moonlight
as the world turns until
we find ourselves still
here
again
Featured image Montage created from photos by Bryan Geraldo and Thorn Yang
