Some days I want to forget you
And listen to my own voice.
The mind wandering, the distractions
Are there of course
But when my voice would surface from the background
It would be authentic, real
Just the way I am.
I wouldn’t feel the pressure of changing me,
Nor my voice would change. For you.
There’s nothing left to tell
you, all there is my body
with an empty heart.
This time here alone with you only made things clearer.
I was all alone doing life
You were only playing the role of a witness to it.