Is it my fault if I am reluctant to these changes?
to your changes, to the different words that you whisper in the air?
It feels distant, like a slow motion of "help" in a thriller movie
Like a 70 in a metronome, slow, waiting for the next note to be played
A note that might never come because the song might be over
Should I blame the song?
Should I blame the air for carrying such bad news?
Should I blame the heart for having this big hole that it can't explain?
Should I blame you for leaving and not coming back?
Should I blame you for leaving before proclaiming that you were even there?
Should I blame myself for expecting different words, more songs, and more of you?
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