A half beat between
staccato, hurtful words
of how things could have been
How silent my world
will be without the sharps and flats
of the days when you felt stuck on a base note
Unable to stay in tune
with the verses I could never let go
when you only wanted to forget your mistakes
A cadence of taunting memories
of moments gone wrong
but we could never pinpoint who to blame
A capella; a lonely world
of isolation from hope of a new beginning
C-D-E-F-G-A-B-C
a cycle of damage
only to be recycled and reused
Your voice forever ringing in my ears