When I first heard it,
I knew, I could never return
with the same heart again.

He lived inside the melodies
of a looping love,
not the cheerful kind.
His melody was loud,
too loud
for someone like me.

Did I forget?
No.
But I tried to erase a few parts,
’Cause missing him
made me hate myself.

There’s nothing I can do
when my heart wants him to stay,
but my mind doesn’t want to.

So I kept him
inside a song
I composed
never to be played aloud.

Because the missing pieces,
they’ll never be mine to finish.