I am a terrible liar, a kind of
missing puzzle piece lost
on my own, meaning I am
losing my place in
your memory…

It’s seems years
have gone by all
heartbeats and blinking
eyes like a thousand
single moments
glued together with
tears and hesitant
questions

… but I am not telling
you that, I am singing
you a song where
I don’t know the
words so making them up;
I tell you lies…not
that they sound good
to me, they don’t—but
they should—so I’ll keep singing
until you know that
I am lying…and then
I will have to start
telling myself the truth
because I already know
that I can’t sing.