Songless

Prose from SHS.

Photo by Jen Theodore on Unsplash, edited by Slaidey Valheim.

We never had a song.

There was music he wanted me to like,
and I tolerated.

And my music,
he hated.

We agreed on some
but got stuck in that sound
and one sound gets real dull
after half a decade…

You kind of lose your mind.
I guess that’s what we both did.
I listened to his screaming
and he listened to my silence. *

So we never found a song
in the music I couldn’t feel for
and the bands he wouldn’t listen to.

Funny how all that time with another human
can’t sync you far enough
to the mutual appreciate
of four minutes and a beat.

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