Listening to the song
It’s an older one
I rock my foot
It’s slight
Filled with nostalgia
I think of the person I used to be
Of you
Of the dreams we shared
Of the fears we revealed
Crying in winter coats
We are just specks on the earth
And the hell bears in
Hungry with teeth like marauding consumers
Un--satiated
And we think about how we can ever escape
With remnants of our soul stitched together
Like crafty dolls made with a hope and a pain
Then the moment slips away
Gone like a whisper carried on furious winds
Screaming
You’ll never be the same again
And it slips away
Just memories carried on wonder
Of how we’ve gotten so far
Without doing much at all
And every moment
Every voice
Every puff on that goddamn cigarette
Carries the same sound
Regardless of cancer it causes
That this is only the beginning of the end
One more fucking memory
To carry in a tattered scrapbook
And we call it a song
We sing again.
