We Died
I know what it’s like to be numb.
I know what it’s like to be alone.
I know how to push myself back there - directions carved in flesh and bone.
For now I’m lost inside the pages of this musty book.
Deciding to read ahead, or to go back and take another look.
We decided that those chapters were to be over.
You whispered, “That part of our story is gone.”
Now I’m rereading every line again - trying to find where we decided to move on.
I’m finding it’s not a memory, not even one falsified.
More of a lesson or a concept; I wanted to say that I tried.
I hear you trying to sneak back in again.
I feel you scratching your way inside.
And I just feel so defeated, even though I know you’re the one who lied.
I’ll stay back to build up my hope, but that fear - it finally died.
My fear died.
It died.
When we died.