THE WORDS I CAN'T HEAR IN MY HEAD

There's a graveyard in my cranium
Attached to the lines of my skull
I dream the images I can't see
I remember the words I can't hear…
I remember the words i can't hear

I remember the words I love you
I can't remember where they came from
Maybe it's because of the lies
told by the one who said them
Maybe it’s because of the ironic goodbyes
That caught me by surprise
I remember digging the grave for the words i love you

I remember the words I hate you
I won’t remember where they came from
Maybe because of the truth behind the saying
Maybe because of the logic behind the words
Maybe its because of the fables unsaid
And unheard
I remember carving the tombstone for the words i hate you

I remember the words I'm sorry for your loss
I should remember where they came from
But maybe it's because I don't wish
To recall the name attached to the loss
Yet
I remember the blue and white roses for them
I remember the smell of embalming fluid
In the funeral home
But I remember buying a gravesite for my loss

I remember digging the grave for your name
I can't remember who it was attached to
Maybe because i know
You won't be here long
I remember lowering your name in a casket

These are the bodies
of the graveyard of my cranium
Attached to the lines of my skull
I dream the images I can't see
I remember the words I can't hear…

A life well lived these words