At night…
I cry.
Let out the deepest sigh.
Sometimes it’s hard to face
The mural of a darkened sky.
Every star that glistens—
I swear it’s you listening.
But sometimes memories scar,
And I’m too tired to be reminiscent.
A longing out of reach…
Yet pain won’t let me forget
How cruel time can be—
You don’t get do-overs. Just regrets.
My sorrow’s been heavy lately…
A repeat soundtrack on loop.
I can’t shake the melody,
Can’t bring the score back into tune.
Each day—another missing piece,
Another note off beat.
Time never aligns
With the signature line.
And without the director…
The parts won’t fit.
The silence of the meter
Still echoes without the tick.
~Kae Jaye
Kae Jaye The Writer 