time has rolled under me
like asphalt under car tires
I am a thunder tree channeling lightning
like church spires
like roasting marshmallows on a campfire
I keep turning your words
around in my head
but I still feel so raw
how could you have said what you said?
why not just burn me up instead?
roll over me leave me for dead?
how could you have said what you said?
I feel nowhere near as special
as a snowflake
I invited you here just to wrestle you
for ego’s sake
drowning lakes are clear
until they’re opaque
with the sound
of your own drowning breath
I can still feel that veil of death fluttering
how could you have said
what you said….?
sometimes sticks and stones
would be kinder
than all this mental chatter
and words as we all know
are not supposed to really matter
it would be so much easier
to blame the flame for our pain,
to curse the wheel
but it’s so much worse to know
it’s simply how you feel
nothing comes to us we didn’t beckon
the only chance is now,
there is no second
in the end, we are just dust to dust,
flecks on history’s screen
we are nothing but loose memories
what else are we trying to be?
how could you have said
what you said….?