I threw the music at them

tracks I loved

felt held parts of my soul

things I could not have said

hoping against mad hope

the lyrics might stick

hold some better sense

I loved them badly

in the curse of youth

& music was all I had in the world

to translate the crazy in my head

into more meaningful words

reaching across to them

while I waited for something better

floating in on the rising tide

taking me through tomorrow

the days after that

somebody else’s words

on a borrowed melody

hoping this was might be

something more

than jetsam crossing the void

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