Untitled #1 Vaka

So that’s where it’s been:

locked away in this track. 

Once overplayed,

then forgotten. 

See our young faces 

as they were: 

spectres amidst reeds of

the instantly familiar piano.

I had so much to learn 

about hurting you.

I see you scar-free, playfully

peeking through the mournful violin. 

I’d be dead to the man I see

adoring you in the ethereal vocals.

Meandering through our early days,

lost in songs.