Pause.

2009

A torn up letter in a pocket of shame
A pointed finger, but no one to blame
A half-empty heart with so much to say
A whisper the wind steals and carries away.

Unspoken apologies that should have been said
A restless toddler, sentenced to bed
The burnt-out bulb that was never replaced
The memories that could have never been faced.

The scent that lingers but never fades
The uselessness of unsharpened blades
A scream omitted in the black of night
But no one to hear, and no one to spite.

You're the ghost that's never coming back
And the red I see and the patience I lack
You were the future that became the past
A yesterday come and gone so fast.

But that yesterday, it's always ours
The battle wounds; the cuts and scars
A yesterday I wouldn't take back if I could
A promise kept; I knew you would.

A lighter, nearly out of gas
But the fire burns, through shattered glass
The memories clutched 'til the end of time
The one thing they can't do: rewind.