Mark Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We're all going crazy,

& I'm the one in the therapists office

spilling empty words

to a man who has no ears.

 

It must have been easy for you to leave

pack up your suitcase

with my broken pieces

and sleep the memories away on a plane.

 

But I'm still waiting

for that phone call

and I'm still waiting

for the shower to replinish.

I'm still holding on

to that promised ring

and I'm still holding on

to the ring of your voice.

I'm still lingering

in the scent of your skin

and I'm still lingering

in the hole where your heart was.