words from my shadow

words from my shadow

i think i may have ignored

the early whispers during our silence

the ticks of the second hand inching us towards the door

indifference edging freedom in your absence

i don’t think you were watching when

the dwellings under my eyes became fixtures

the calluses on my fingertips disappeared

the strings of my guitar covered in dust

my pens never ran out of ink

you found yourself in me

yet with all you gave, and all you lost

i dissipated into the whispers turned to screams

hoping you will find yourself

beyond the closed door my shadow resides

your silence won’t hide the freedoms of my absence

with whispers of who you became

to convince yourself the door didn’t have to close

once the clock is just hands chasing each other

when my pen runs out of ink

and our silence loses its voice

i’ll leave a key under the mat