It’s not true I never listen, I do
Your voice still booming in my head
Talking in circles turned inside out
Shredding every last thing you said
Like a river the mighty sound flows
Billowing waves crashing the shore
Phrases lost, no longer audible
The pitch rings false, a hollow core
Missing a letter a word changes
No longer delivering the meaning
Tangled in a crossword puzzle
Like a filter that needs cleaning
That libation loosens buried thoughts
Withheld honesty drifting into space
The context sharpens into view
Ambiguity recedes without a trace
You’re refusing to reveal a single clue
I’m picking up what you’re putting down
While swimming a river of double-talk
Washing downstream I could drown
Words coming at me like guided missiles
Searching for answers, left wondering why
Treading ambiguity is what I do best
There’s no hint of truth in either glass eye
Far away, a whistle sounds getting closer
I can’t see the echoes but embrace the ripples
Wrapped tight by the fabric of old memories
Pressed close enough to feel your nipples
I can still hear the warmth of your first hello
Stamped on my memory is every chapter and verse
And caught in my hand is your last goodbye
This distance between us an expanding universe
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