we kept it safe & slow

t.h.e...q.u.i.e.t...t.h.i.n.g.s

that no one ever knows.

today's the day it gets
tired,

today's the day we drop
down.

Dear,

I think that it's so hard.

It's too hard.

To hear your voice.

If I don't hear it,

then you're not haunting me.

Like the pictures on the wall,

and every other poem or song.

What do I do?

What do I do?

He's NOT YOU

He's NOT YOU AT ALL.

But you're not who you used to be.

You're not who I'm comparing to.

No.

No, not at all anymore.