Chorus

I wrote a poem
too sad to post
which might have languished
in my iPhone's notes

but,
instead I gave it chords
and a sweet melody
to soften the blow of
clenched fisted honesty.

It's always crystal clear,
here
a blank page sits reflecting the silence
of lies

if I'm forced
to cross my t's and dot my i's
I'm a funnel
for precise thoughts.

they continue to pour
a floodgate opened by a soft tenor voice

singing

'I don't love you any more'

Now there's a chorus
worth repeating.

Though I can't make you feel
anything
at all

I can still
funnel, shape
distill into intoxicating rhyme
freeze a memory in time

record, store
and between my verses

sing along with his chorus

'I don't love you anymore'.