Tell Me About It

after a long time

i finally had the courage to

delete the links to your favorite

songs on my Bookmarks

because my own

heartbeat sounds a lot better

to me now.

do you still sing,

write songs, lose yourself

while at it?

me, i remember singing a lot

when you left,

in and out the shower,

everywhere else,

sometimes with a muffled voice

and terrible lyrics and

memories of you admiring me,

honestly believing that this

way i could find myself again.

i don’t now, though.

i don’t need to anymore.

but i hum music and

i hum loud–i do it for myself.

by voice has become

louder over time, or maybe i

was just too busy letting you hold

me tight in the throat

that i forgot that i could speak

with such volume.

do you still sing,

write songs, lose yourself

while at it?

what new have you discovered

when you walked

out the door?

was it ever worth it?