There are notes in my head
I have never played,
words that no longer carry meaning
and doubts of ever becoming
otherwise; Else wise,
with a taste of metal on my lips,
dropping pennies and shoes
then walking in another’s pair
down the cold dark backstreets
of another life,
through another lifetime of nothings.
There are things in my head
I will never understand, never play,
never express in truth
– to anyone.