A sad mournful song echoes up the dusty stairs
Singing of inevitable changes and prettified corpses
A silent conversation between father and son
Words are never enough, laughter perhaps
Casual small talk, the freezer set at 5 now at 2
And there is a thirst waiting to be filled
But for now, let the notes cry
Secrets, in sad 4/4 beats
Pain not melting but frozen,
Waiting to drip drip drip
In clear visible falls
But number 2 isn’t enough.
There so much clarity in clear water
Than ice
But for now, let the notes cry.
7:54 AM
May 2, 2009
