2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Thirty Eight-

Reason With Me:

Sometimes no reason is reason enough

Hushed whispers of voices from years long gone soften up 

Screaming out now all I hear is the echo 

Of the memories of the things we refuse to let go

Baby I think you were born to break my heart

A face full of tears waking up heaving for air in the middle of the night

Nothing and everything made at once

It's not even about you anymore I don't think

It's about grieving for the person who died without death

I put these metaphorical flowers here and watch them blow away 

In a wind too cold for me to stay

And yet I remain planted at the foot of your goddamn grave

Wondering if I should clean the tombstone just to read your name

But the letters are burnt in the back of my eyelids like a curse

And I watch my fingers freeze and turn blue beside the hearse 

Grieving for a death that never came, still alive but not the same

Waiting on a call that never came 

A voice of reason to ease the pain

But sometimes no reason is reason enough

No logical answer is the one that has stuck 

Never knowing is the irony in knowing

Finding peace in the muck 

Patching up an old wound in the snow

Even if that means pulling down a vale on the grave 

Even if that means walking away only to save

My blue and purple fingers when I know nothing is left for me here anymore

Sometimes no reason is reason enough

And it must have been the reason 

I wasn't the one. 

And that's okay. 

~J.K.M.