She said, “hurry up and sing”“before the—"I interrupted herI knew what she was getting toThere was no need to bring it upSo I said, “Stop!”
She looked at mewith a faraway gazeshe asked me to play a songI tried to pretend I didn’t knowBut I knewThat she knewThat I knew
I started playingtears stinging my eyesI couldn’t see the stringsMy throat closed up around the sobI was holding backI couldn’t seeI couldn’t speak
I could feel her focusing on the musicMy hesitationMy paralysisbecame Her struggleHer purgatory“Hurry up and sing”but that time she was pleading
Machines beepedwhile I found my voicethat was trapped in my chestso I pushed it throughcrackling across my lipsI saw her breathe deepfrom underneath the webs of tubes
She faded awaywhile I playedher songher last songOur last songFor now
About the Creator
Jeffery Paul
Not sure if I really like writing or hate speaking in front of others.
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