Meaningless

Sometimes I listen to the music we used to listen to

And it makes me feel closer to you

It's a full moon in the daytime sky

Like the links we used to make

My initials on your plates

And Heyer on your mother's shelf

The cameo around my neck

The carving out in Montreal

The scent of an exotic fruit

And cherry cards...

Going shopping at the mall

And writing on a restaurant wall.

You can call it imago 

Or the universe in action

Grief is a better excuse than attraction

She calls it a problem with impulse control

He says it's dumb romantic notions

Poets and songwriters searching for signs

Trying to make sense out of life

After so many trips to Chapters

Still nothing to read between

The lines are down

A minute longer is

The expiry date on honesty

Around the time it starts to get uncomfortably

Close to reality.

And if I saw you now

I'd probably lose you in the crowd

Then walk around all night at home

In a daze and all alone. 

So we can't be friends, but I needed a friend

Not Shakespeare and fireflies

Though they still bring tears to my eyes

But I'm not in love. No crystal castles

I take my own medicine now

My insides are broken 

My heart’s sealed shut 

There’s no room in this life, 

There’s a lot of regret

For what hasn’t happened yet

I cannot, will not, make a sound. 

I got lost and you were found.