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Interference
I am talking to you again As if you still receive things - So much has happened, I don’t know where to put it.
I almost tell you. In trains, in crowds, in empty rooms, In my walks on the beach, In my bed before sleep, In the washroom when I’m On the floor Curled up With glass in my hand, Missing you,
Your name gets there first.
It arrives before I decide it shouldn’t, Like it still has somewhere to go.
Because suddenly it’s all happening at once, And I am back there, And then not, And then everywhere you aren’t -
And still, I don’t tell you. Not because I don’t want to. Because I can’t send Anything Anywhere Anymore.
It’s strange. You would have understood this. The worst part is You would have understood all of it.
And I am only like this because you are not here to understand me anymore.
I'm talking to you again As if you can still get messages - So much has happened, I don’t know where to put it all.
I almost tell you. On trains, in crowds, in empty rooms, During my walks on the beach, In my bed before I sleep, In the bathroom when I’m On the floor Curled up With a glass in my hand, Missing you,
Your name comes to mind first.
It comes before I decide it shouldn’t, As if it still has a place to go.
Because suddenly everything is happening at once, And I am back there, And then not, And then everywhere you aren’t -
And still, I don’t tell you. Not because I don’t want to. Because I can’t send Anything Anywhere Anymore.
It’s strange. You would have understood this. The worst part is You would have understood all of it.
And I am only like this because you are not here to understand me anymore.