The playlists have changed
At first dark, painful
As if she were reaching for a black void
And numbness, not necessarily death
But a place without the burden of emotion
Without the burden of a heart.
And then the songs changed,
The singers began to speak of yearning,
Of love…...not quite perfect
But hard and true.
These were songs she hadn’t
Put in rotation until the last few days
And i knew they weren’t about me
And it wouldn’t be long
Until I went to the front door
To wait for,
And she wouldn’t show
And in his arms she would be again
And all of my friends will say I’m a fool again,
But as she loves him,
I love her.
And love has damned us both.
