You’re the dead note on
My keyboard
In every tune I play
The hollow space beneath my step
The window gap
Where the wind always whines
I cannot get it closed up tight
No matter how I try
The one plate left out of the dishwasher
When I swore I counted every one
I missed it
I missed you
What I really mean to say
Is you’re the stitch dropped in my knitting
But it’s round the back
And I can’t see it
Just feel the cold breeze
Point of loss
Something uncovered
The prickle in my sock
The sound at the door
That isn’t a knock
And there’s no one there
When I go to look
You aren’t the sound of rain
But the silence between storms
You are the shadow flitting on the ground
But when I look up there is no bird
No plane
You’re the sound
And the feeling of something slipping
Away
And yet I know in my heart
The scar where you were
Will always stay
Like
All these things
I cannot
Enunciate
Because they are lodged behind my tongue
Loaded in a gun
That was broken
Thrown away
And never really used
In the first place
A misfire
With blank bullets
This I knew.
Yet I shot myself anyway
Still do
