S I L E N C E

Sometimes I think back to those nights, I said sorry on repeat for

Insecurities I carried like bricks on my feet.

Living disillusioned, as my heart skips a beat when

Every-time I hear each syllable roll out your name.

Never-even knowing I was a rider on a one-way train, even after we

Crossed borders you gas-lit me over. But it wasn’t until my final cry, when the song of your crickets

Empowered me back to my sound mind.