A joke jumbled up like lines of a script
The punch line ready to fire.
But the door flies open and I'm tumbling inside
Abounding with my soul in a fire.
The edge of a line on the tip of my tongue
But the words die bitterly in my mouth
Shriveling up in the ends of your memory.
As your bed lies empty in the room
An unforgotten memory played on a loop.
Like a broken record skipping tunes
For laughter will never fill this empty room
That we use to lie in for hours,
Cold dark hands grabbing my heart
Knees giving out beneath me
And the waves crash in a pounding rush.
All the breath that was in me gets released
The wrenching sobs in lonely nights
Flood my mind in a river of time.
I barely gaze upon the sight
And turn out the door.
My eyes linger on an empty bed
And unread books covered in dust
With one last glance, I look around
Hands tremble,
I turn the lock
Closing your memory with the door