There’s a reason why I live alone, with the lights set low
and music in the background so I can’t hear my breath.
There’s a reason to my madness. There’s a reason
why I’m angry and a reason why I’m quiet.
There are many reasons but you never heard them.
You left me hanging from every word. You caught me
like a flag catches the wind. You drove me mad.
You said I was too strong when I came close.
And I was too weak when I gave you space.
You never needed me except when you did.
I could never read your face, it was too vague.
I could never read you lips, they never said the
same thing as your eyes. But you didn’t stay.
So I live with only the memory of you. I can
understand this memory better than you.
I hold this memory in preference to you.
So I sit in the corner waiting for nothing as I
listen for the morning or the repose of sleep.