the rest

you walked in just as the needle

caught. what a shame a scar 

in the song we were making ours

you should have heard the strings

but I forgot to ask do you 

like sad music? if you'd rather dance 

I'll turn it down 

I'll turn around and clean my nails

their nomadic dirt and I'll describe

with words the melody 

I hardly remember

though it's worked so many times before

I just pray you remember how to ignore me 

and yearn 

for what you thought I'd be