I don’t know how tears would have crawled my cheeks
As I sat by the windows of a silent bus
As silent as my heart of steel
Grating with the winds of time,
When familiar songs of sadness
Whispered in my ears,
Instead of to the selves
I’ve locked behind
My bars of logic.
And I heard voices cry,
Calling for those memories
Of staring past raindrops
Into nothingness, and
Of losing bus tickets
In rides going nowhere,
Questioning if the destinations I’ve chosen
Are worth the coins in my pocket
But when knowing the roads seemed so easy it hurts
Like a knife buried in a bloodless wound, and
When I desire to be poisoned by the beauty
Of a solitude I’ve immunized myself against,
Remembering seems like
A needless anesthesia
To calm myself, when
My skin already feels
Nothing at all.
