Would you understand what I meant if I told you that the music was never loud enough?
chalk it up to choice
in the end
even your memory
left
jezebel
it is strange
to think
she may be the
last
to know
the color
of my name
in the end, it wasn’t up to me
the warmth is
gone
now
the ashes have cooled
i stand among them
wondering
if there is a future
i hope you know
there will always be a place
by my fire
for you.