Give It Your Choir

Churning over what you said Stuck in phrases, furrowed head Tear in half the photograph And pray to see the last of that Feeling like you lost the words A way that points to afterwards You make it darker in your life To hope to catch the faintest light Give it your cries Give it your choir Fill it with fumes Kill it with fire Telephone rings Terrified eyes Settle for what-ifs Settle for lies Put it to bed Give it some room Wrap it in ribbons Carve it a tomb Speak of it highly Speak of it often Take it to heart And whisper it softly Turning into what you read Locking gazes with the dead Turn the page with one lid closed And pray to never know the prose Feeling hurt by stroke and line A verse that stole the sense divine The wintry vapour on your sighs The calling out within you dies? Give it your cries Give it your choir Fill it with fumes Kill it with fire Telephone rings Terrified eyes Settle for what-ifs Settle for lies Put it to bed Give it some room Wrap it in ribbons Carve it a tomb Speak of it highly Speak of it often Take it to heart And whisper it softly