And if I breathe and have a taste
Of lost endeavours, hope and space
Can you forget the things I feel?
Will you remember that I’m real?
Or will you see a wave of sound
To tell you what my heart has found
Not sight, nor smell
Nor taste, nor touch
An affirmation “love so much”
But tarnished like a scrap of brass
And numb lips pressed against the glass
And hands touch face and palm to tears
Can we forget these rampant years?
No, days they were
And lost they’re not
Nor gone, just throw
Away and yet
The noise, the noise

Your voice, the scary
Very strange
Unnecessary
Unreasonable
Unfathomable
Indefinable
Sound



Maybe the thing that’s most interesting
Is not that I’m writing this down
What more can be said
Then that that’s been read
Though the point of it will not be known.