What Couldn't Go Without Saying

Sometimes I just write your name
until I run out of space on the page,
or find myself singing songs you like that I can’t stand
Sometimes I dial your old phone number,
and give a stranger your affection;
failing to ever rid myself of it
What else is the memory good for?
I dream of waking you up just to say goodnight;
wondering how the hell the rest of creation
doesn’t see how beautiful you are
So the next time you’re sure that my heart has turned to stone,
bear in mind that you’re etched upon it;
that there’s too much loyalty, and more than enough love, here
to ever be undone

Poetry from Nevermore Forevermore by Shane Windham
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