SOTD here. Please listen to it before you read. It inspired this piece.
…sometimes I just write things…
.the air up here.
“It’s on your face”, she said…
I can see it brighter than the sun on the horizon.
So, why don’t you say it? Spit it out, let it fall. Let it tumble. Let it roar.
Split it open and leave it all.
Have the gumption to lay it bare.
Don’t just leave me standing there.
It’s not alright, it’s not okay.
It’s not just this heart at play.
It’s never a scene, it’s only told in passing.
I wish you could tell I’m listening.
More than you know, I’m paying attention.
I’m scrabbling at the wall, I’m peeling back the covers.
I’m listening, I promise. I’m tired but I’m trying.
I wish you’d contact, I wish you’d clear.
This air. This air. This air up here.
I wish you’d focus, I wish you’d cry.
I wish you’d make this air so clear.
I fail. I fail.
I fail your fear.