Reverie

Reverie

On nights when I’m alone and I can’t sleep
Sometimes I sing the songs you wrote for me
With hope that I’ll remember the way that kind of love
Felt to us when we were young

Under my breath, I hear you sing the words
Beneath my hands, your fingers play the chords
Your song feels like a broom to the fragments and the shards
Piled in the corners of my beating …