Halfway through the sentence I remember it was you
Sweating on a terrible April
Smiling as I spoke freely
It was you that I poured into
It was you I had known to love.
Halfway through my promise to him
I stop, abrupt. He thinks I’m overwhelmed
Just like he is
We kiss to make up for the uninvited gaps
He doesn’t seem to care, at all
I wrap around his life tighter, my words can’t suffice
I try to speak but I keep going back
To April, to the month I can never return to live
To the time I flowered beliefs of everything lukewarm and joy
I wish I could forget your voice
He moves in his sleep, calls my name, so sweet.
Why can’t I whisper back?
My words –they are stuck again
Stubborn and helpless, jumble of sounds
Halfway through my life
I stand shaking
Somebody please let me out.
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