You don\'t speak in metaphors,
And that\'s all I seem to know,
I\'ll keep on writing poems you\'ll never read,
Say, like the first light of morning and lingering shadows.
It may have been erased from my memory,
I may have changed along with the seasons,
But it still lies deep within my bones,
Say, like dead in the night and a morning newly risen.
I find you in places you never resided,
It just doesn\'t tear at my soul now,
I still miss the smoke, yet I breathe fresh air,
Say, like the absence of a god and a whispered prayer.
We don\'t talk anymore,
But somehow that thought doesn\'t ache now,
Swirled you into all of my poems , but it\'s gonna be all right, I did my time,
Say, like a harsh winter and the first rays of sunshine.