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My Own Tear Tracks

I have managed to step outside
Numb skin waking to a March morning
My eyes troubled, still
Pupils dilate and constrict at a heartbeat tempo
That changes time signatures
Measure by grueling measure
I don�t notice music
I�d been curled too long
Paralyzed and voiceless, from that accursed drink
Still wearing off, I think
There are potholes in my mind
Of moments felt, moments seen,
Some I heard still whispering
And I�m sure there�s more that I�m missing
But it is a feeling buried inside
Spiking my senses
I cannot name it or call it into the light
It clings so tightly in a midnight veil
I wish it were a memory
Because this one has my heart
And with that broken part, he will take
To let it sit in darkness, on a shelf
And dust it off when I try to move on
For now it�s stumbling down a driveway

It�s blurry in my car and I�m a mess
Key turns, gaslight flashes
So I climb out and follow my own tear tracks

The door was still unlocked.