Keening

The silence after us

Echoing nothing, a meaningless loss

All dreams fade to grey with every shade of your photograph

In our homes built of glass, what words leave a crack?

When it all collapses, what shards will cut deepest?

We pick apart the could-have-beens

Play the part, buy the dream

Hope is a hollow word kept in tow

There's no meaning to behold

Just the yearning to feel a light

Ever distant, waning

(Home)

Did you find what you left for?

Did your fear start shutting doors?

Did your dream feel real in the shadows?

(Hold fast, faint light)

A suffocating destiny

Trauma encoded in binary

Still, we keep on screaming

Writing songs to no one

Trying to find the words

Trying to find the way

To thrash against. To thrash again

The meaning eludes me, the feeling never stays

 

I raise the sail, return to sea

Find a place to rest my head

Do you leave the past?

Does it choose to let you go?

Can you feel the lack?

Does the distance make it so?

Find solace in

Things we left unsung,

The past becoming us

Our washed up hopes

Memories of light and loss

Things left unsung

Find solace in

Things we left unsung