published by A Thin Slice of Anxiety
wounded by sorrow and regret
buried beneath time and
the volition to forget
haunted by what’s left unsaid
unearthed what I thought
I hadn’t missed
a lost song that was ours
better sung than to resist
carried in my veins
pulsing like a secret tryst
reborn in desire to exist
blending blood and water
is the mistake of youth
desperate to rip up our roots
like an affliction gone unnoticed
exposed by the sight of you
but I am the cure
and you are incurably blue