| The Heart Will Die As Well |
There is little I can do to stop, or even dull
the grating sound that's settled itself somewhere
between my brain and my heart...
and I could repeat the words slowly so that you
might at least attempt to be honest with me.
Though I don't expect you'll ever care
just how hard it was - just how much it meant
to say the things I said that day.
That I could have screamed
just to hear the words come out,
I still don't think that
you would have believed me.
If I'd confessed that this is older than the last,
and that I've been here pressing my hands against my ears
for what has grown from nothing into an eternity...
and that in this place, I even forgot to breathe while
I was waiting to hear what little you had to say...
Would you still have only empty words for me?
I only wish that what you'd said-
was what you really believed.
I would have thanked the Gods for the static sound
when it alone prevented me from hearing you say
that you did not agree. |