Microcosms

Collateral Damage

There's a melancholy your memory left behind.

Like one sole violin damned to play the same song till it's strings snap.

Like drowning in desperation as I watched it all fall apart and leave only coffee grind.

There's a part of me that cannot forget, it keeps reminding me, like a knock on the door with a rhythmic tap. 

God, I'm trying, I am. 

Is it cliche if I say my heart is lonely? 

Like it's surrounded by millions of others beating in time, but I can only ever hear my own. 

Like I'm deaf to everyone but the sound of your voice, if not yours, then my heart only. 

That's the catch, you and my heart are strung together, sewn.

God, I'm trying, I am.

I didn't know I knew, not until the salty taste of my tears reached my lips. 

Like hoping a rose will survive as you watch it's last petal fall. 

Like being 20 feet below water and being okay with drowning at your fingertips. 

I keep silently repeating the words in the note you wrote me when you finally left, I can hear it in my head like your voice in our last call.

"God, I'm trying, I am".