Silhouette

youth.

sound.
a melody into the void.
you communicated to me
through music.
we were the reckless,
chasing visions of our futures
through static tv screens.
oasis. the rolling stones. beatles.
foo fighters. led zepplin. van halen.
every song you played found a place in my soul
basking in the glory of the life support you gave me.

my soul played a different tune,
one that was alien to you.
you never knew my story, my songs were puzzles you could never quite figure out.
green day. nirvana. kiss.
twenty one pilots and the 1975.
all my songs lurked a deeper meaning.
a broken soul who needed a mended one to heal her.

you took my hand and dragged me to a bar, and showed me
just what it was like to be
a part of the wild youth. if only you could have revealed the truth sooner, i never would have kissed you passionately, the aroma lingering of cigarette smoke and our drunkenness.

i stumbled off into the shadows
and you watched from afar.
though the memory is foggy,
i still remember you and your crooked smile in the moonlight.