Reflections on things of the past.

Is this safe, or is this sound,

You are the one that still hangs

Around,

Am I somber,

Or am I bound.

Cause it’s been a long while since

I have had the courage to say what I am feeling,

Or for you to see what I am thinking.

I know you know my name,

And all the time it took to Claim,

Did you fill in the blanks,

Did you check off the boxes,

Did you fall asleep for much to

Long.

Its been a year, I mean, pretty much, I looked and I cheated

I prayed and I pleaded

Why did it crumble so Easily.

From the start it was a false

From the beginning it was an ending.

Why did you go down so easily,

So far away it seems to be, It wasn’t safe,

It wasn’t sound.

I had guns in my head, I had that song stuck so suddenly,

I had voices on the airwaves,

I had the podcast,

I tried to make it last

But you had other things to See, other things to say,

I knew always, I was in the way.

You were the one I wanted,

But the one I needed, Look into me, Look far from me,

We had to fall apart eventually

Safe, but not sound

Still writing something

Still getting over it

Still finding safety in it.