dust untouched

she writes songs

she used to write songs

about your crooked little smile

and the way she could recognize you

even from a mile

she used to write songs

about your love that had no end

and that maybe you were her hope

to start over again.

but you left her with no trace

of the music you created together.

and the memories were all laced

with the sound of your heart beat.

and with that beat she wrote songs

of the sadness that embraced her.

it was in rhythm with her breathing

but it was tied with your memory.

now she writes songs

about her pillows stained by tears

and how her thoughts forbid her

the ability to speak.

now she writes songs

of the thoughts in her head

that haunt in her wake

until she sleeps at 4 AM.

you broke her you see

and you don't know that you did.

now she writes songs

about things she never thought

she ever would.