Consequences

It's just a song.
It's just
a song.
It's not what I think.
Just a
song.
I know you're not here.
You won't be.
If I can hear this,
if I can listen,
it will  be just
a song.

All I want is what I know I need to let go.

It's just a day.
It's just
a day.
It's not the end
of the world.
Just a
day.
I know it was my choice.
It feels like the end of my world.
But if I can live through this,
it will be just
a day.

I am the walking wounded.

It's just a cliff.
It's just
a cliff.
Not my destiny, no.
Even though this hurts more than I thought I could bear.
If I can walk away,
if I can turn and walk the other way,
it will be just
a cliff.

Grief feels so much like fear.

I would put you away.
Somewhere in my past, or my mind.
You make the idea of God so large in my head.
I can't, and no twisting or
turning can squirm me away
from this.
But I can talk myself through
every moment
until I get out of this hole.

So it's just a cliff.
It's just a day.
It's just


a song.