JulyPoWriMo 30

Do not be silent for I am with you
I is an other waking the trumpet
Witness the unfolding of my own thought
The symphony beckons out of the depths
A still sad voice intoning the presence
Of infinity restless wavering
Ghost remedy believing my own eyes
This time I won’t die in your suicide
You wait for me playing a mandolin
Smoking cigarettes in the parking lot
I tried to tell your ear that I love you
You stared and said you don’t even know me
Instead I kiss your cheek saying goodbye
Not knowing this time will be the last time