You all keep asking questions,
but never wait for a reply,
and they're getting heavier while
I wait to tell you all the answers
I wait to shrug off the weight of your
when's and why's and where's and whatthefuck.
I wait to disappear,
to fly away.
I wait for rain, as I stand
in the street, a car crash
a nightmare, a dream
the end of all that used to be.
And she'll sing of their angel's grace
their lilting melodies,
fragile fingers over piano keys
and the way the light flickered
as it burned
blue and green,
like the waiting sea
as it expected her
lapping at her feet
she took one last look at me,
one and only scream, without
a single sound
and just like that she was finally free.