My name hums upon your lips
Like a loose string
Out of tune
Out of place
Not welcomed in your vocalized melody
A mistake

My own ears whisper truth
But my eyes deceive me
To watch you
Plucking the chord
So desperately
So desperate
For it to belong

You plead with your instrument
But I know the truth
And the truth vibrates sluggishly

My name
an echo trapped in an unwanted melody
Otherwise unstained
The answer is clear
I turn my back
On your trembling lips
I turn my back
On your song
It grows faint
It grows sad
I walk
Silencing it
I walk
Silence
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