I strained to hear the music
of the slow moving fan.
Others may have slipped away quietly,
but I returned.
Under symphony of colliding clouds,
quiet voices only softly strumming,
I listened. Does it say notice?
The sweet hello at the end of the day.
Roses within roses,
pasted over more layers.
What they have left me,
covering up old endings.
They pretend there are
no bandages,
pretend they haven't been
passing time in an airport.
Don't keep the empty space
between stars. Don't keep
uncertainty when you mourn.
When dust is rising and settling on every inch,
Don't keep it.
Remember to love someone.
