In Vain
you’re hanging in my head
and I’m wearing you like glasses.
shades of purple make me laugh;
you’re all I see today.
I’m listening to your music;
to the voice I’ve never heard.
the world’s voices are distinguished
by your muted singing.
the rushing in my chest,
the biting of my lip
dissipates embarrassingly in vain,
when I wonder if you can hear me smiling,
or if you’re smiling loud too.
because you’re only the
hope
hanging in my head.
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