in a present time somewhere,

you tell me not to sing the song of the blue folks blues
nothing could have torn me from those words. 

not even you.

 

you said "oh, go ahead and leave."

but i refuse.

 

you cut out my heart

and ran.

but threw it out anyway.

you dig your own sanctuary

and forget about me.

Because you knew i would be too tired to dig.

so i let you die,

 our song in my headphones 

sing

for you to come back and hum that low tune

but

as i dropped your dead rose on the ground

i walked past our dead son too.

stepping onward from your grave. 

looking back at what once was,

a new song came in,

and didnt make cry.

didnt make me bleed

didntm make me want to die.

it held my hand and walked with me 

as i ran away from your resting place.