My brain is stuck in an elevator
traveling back and forth between what
was and what is.
maybe this elevator should move a little straighter
because what could have been always falls into the mix
My ears are made a notebook
scribed with the sound of every look and sigh
your voice's nervous cracks and missteps
both pretending not to look
It's all we had and it's all that's left
My eyes are glued on spotlights trying to find
a way to find - your face
looking, looking, looking
for a sight that's too unkind
and doesn't know it's place
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