the story of you

there are movements i will not experience
how your fingers twist in mine
won’t catch your gaze
hopes start to fade
but all in all it’s fine

there are strange signals i will not tune into
how your sounds fill empty rooms
won’t make you laugh
you curved your back
because all in all it’s doomed

there are emotions i will not reciprocate
how your spirit can warm a heart
won’t be my own
she called you home
and after all in all we part

there are choices i wish you made instead
of what you chose to do
won’t matter now
i lost, failed somehow
and so all in all it’s true

i’ll never finish, tell, or experience
the sad mad story that is you