you wre my favorite sound-
all heart,
no rhythm.
a mess of lyrics
i tried too hard to make make sense.

i gave you verses,
melodies stitched from my spine.
sang you through storms,
waited for you
to meet me at the chorus.

but you
kept fading out,
leaving me
with static
and silence.

and now-
you're humming again,
soft,
like maybe you remember the words.
like maybe you finally hear
the song i never stopped playing.

but i don't know
if this is a remix
or a repeat.

because needing you
always felt like singing
into a mic
that wasn't plugged in.

and god,
i don't know if i can
record this pain
again.