Between Bruises & Blooms

The relationship ended.

The soundtrack
didn't.

Songs survived
arguments.

Breakups.

Blocks.

New people.

New lives.

Years.

Somewhere
the music
kept existing

long after
we stopped
being able
to exist
together.

There are tracks
that still know
who we were
before I learned
to fear you.

Songs
that remember
your softer hands.

Songs
that still believe
in tomorrow.

Songs
that think
we are going
to grow old.

Songs
that have no idea
about the window.

About the knives.

About strangers
seeing pieces
of me
they were never
invited to see.

The music
is innocent.

That might be
why it hurts.

Every song
is trapped
in the moment
you chose it.

It cannot
learn what happened
next.

So somewhere
inside
three minutes
and forty seconds,

we are still
in love.

Still choosing
each other.

Still convinced
the ending
belongs
to somebody else.

Our relationship
had a soundtrack
longer
than the relationship.

And tonight

I listened
to the ghosts
sing.