Where do our voices go?

Sinking into a song our voices

Find each other and impossibly 

Music, magic

Is made

The scenic route a rhythm takes

Over and over in our heads 

The record getting stuck in this moment somewhere

This song has never sounded this beautiful before but

In your voice it comes alive

This harmony

Gaining consciousness of itself and we know for a second

That we are beautiful together

But with love’s teeth sunk deep and nothing today to numb the pain

The song is sad and we must be held through it

So in the spaces in between where the beat

Slips from our tongues and the words

Set our weak hearts on fire I clasp

Your fingers tighter than I ever have before

And all at once home is far away but also

Right beside me, a half-formed, bare-bricked thing

But there. There. That is how this melody feels -

Impossibly simple and

Just out of tune enough to be perfect

Waste away the afternoon in each other’s arms

Matter-of-factly discussing our funerals

Then playing a game of conspiracy theories and I think

About how we are storytellers already even if

The only one listening is you

Our voices having nowhere to go but

Bumping into each other, losing their way

Rising and then falling softly

Into each other and that

Is how music is made

Here, this 

Is how we refute the truth of our time, the inevitable smallness of it

With this love that is more a simple truth than a choice

Then laughing in the face of death

And losing and then finding ourselves 

In the rhythm that goes nowhere 

There is love in this house and it is fearless

We are fearless here. The windows are

Long and wide and your face has gone

From faintly gold to a tired amber.

I watched the sun set like this. Like this

From your lips I want to drink the world.

My youth worth it, wasted away

On Sunday afternoons with you

Like this, like this

-Pia