There are songs I stopped listening to,
And people I stopped caring about.
Names that no longer comfort my tongue or weaken my knees.
Faces that are now cold and unfamiliar.
Chords that do nothing to my skin or to my heart.
Notes that don’t go together and probably never did.
Instruments used- like sirens to seduce and kill.
Blues, that are colourless and unforgetful and hopeless and deep.
There are memories I only half remember and promises that were never kept.
Words that were unsaid and goodbyes that were said too much.