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Only you have ever said my name

the same way I hear it in my head.

You chant and murmur until

I’m a statue stuck on the wrong pedestal

I’m longing for whispers

I only heard from you once

but they’re just what I thought I needed

I’d rather hear new music

than this song as old as time

I don’t want to hear what I’ve expected anymore

I want to bend to a brand new sound

because after all the lights went out

I felt your hand on my shoulder

saying the same words.

But maybe I don’t want to keep

sighing at sound waves like they’re sunrises.

I’m so soft here I can’t be broken…

I can no longer hear you saying my name

the same way I hear it in my head.

Good riddance.