Four

I’ll put this here
Because I know you’ll never read it
You wouldn’t care
It wouldn’t form a picture in your head
Four broken walls
Four stairs leading upwards to bed
Four empty holes
Four dreams I had were swept out to sea.

I’ll write it down
Just so I can record it this time
It’s not fine
It’s just something I said to relent
Four parts
Four facets of myself I present
Four blinding lights
Four more towers on the skyline.

I’ll sing a song
A word into your ear to forget
You don’t hear
The empty notes will fall down the steps
Four steps
Four inches out a means to express
Four years
Four instances I live to regret.