Melody

Waste me,
so I can waste you,
and pretend that
the piano keys are never wrong.

I’ve been waiting here,
with a lack of moxie,
as the notes
drip out of my ears.

Stay here,
so I can stay too,
and sing you some words
to lift you up and over.

The wall is taller,
when you think about it,
but the film score
will soften the fall.