Sounds

Your anklet breaks & falls
That first, midnight birthday call
Echoes of your mid-presentation impostor syndrome pause
Hollow words from the local know-it-all

An unborn scream
That muted, yet noisy recurring dream
The certainty of calming birdsong amid hills
The mirth from youthful gushing of a stream

Verses, codified tongues, long forgotten
Tunes, big plans, promises you want to forget
Words he said in ways only you remember
Chords you've heard - but barely listened to yet

His trembling lies crashing into your palms, as you gently hold them there
From across the room, a glowing, buzzing, joyous - not impolite stare
The whistle of friendly breeze in a late night train ride
Ticking watches, braiding time & elaborate stories into my hair

When you close your tired, blue-lit eyes, what do you hear?

Do you let it pierce your heart?
Do you keep those sounds near?