I’m still here
I’m still here:

The voice on the phone is
sorrowful
and the dim fairy
lights
bounce off my wall
and through it
I can hear
distant conversation
reserved for the drowning
and the lost:

The voice on the phone is
gone and quiet
and the moon shines
bright at 10 14 P M
I put my headphones in
and let myself
breathe:

The voice on the phone is
and you are
cursing him out
and I have never felt
I’m still here
the need to say
I’m still here
that
I meant what you said
but will never say what you meant
and maybe that is the saddest
part of it all:

I’m still here
I’m still here.