The Lost Soul

I looked for you, the way I
looked for the right sound to unfold you
But all I found was my ghost

I let go off you
Once
Twice
Again
And now the hissing rain kissing the trees,
The silent, paused music
They’re screaming too loud I can’t hear what you’ve been humming

Sing to me.
Were you there among the million words unleashed
in the darkest hours?
Among those late nights that devoured
the essence of what once was a young, beating heart?

Sing to me now
I’ll listen

Many are said and done
And still the million words is the place
What once was that young, beating heart
calls home;
the place to which I come running back now,
claiming
what I left behind.