lately.

10 percent.

i was inspired by something i heard today. the 10 percent that you really never know of someone. the part you wonder about. that you surprises you. the part that enables you to imagine yourself with that person, and the part that makes loving them so easy.

Worlds that refuse to coincide.
Flick of a wrist we all close our eyes.
Heart murmers for something sweeter.
In three days time I will leave her.

Last Day

Tomorrow.

Run outside there's nowhere else to hide.
hear a thousand voices none are one of a kind.
voice shouts you're playing the wrong chord.
head tilted upwards, eyes to the floor.

remember things past, spring back to winter.
clouds form in your head, you forgot how to miss her.
dial up the number operator unlisted.
no message inside she actually ripped it.

whisper your story over and over.
slow dance starts again, hand on her shoulder.
record plays the song slightly off tune
a different path taken, and it's over too soon.

each moment is the last of its kind.
we're not at the right place, i wasn't in time.
down the hole our distance grows wider.
fancy grey suits are just ego providers.

ask me to speak i am so disinclined.
stopped at the corner, counting the straight lines
mistake the silence for false sincerity
let go of my hand you mean nothing to me.

intervention attempts to blow embers to flame.
hollowed out center means nothing has changed.
put on a smile and whistle another tune.
what do i mean when tomorrow comes to soon?