I realize I loved you
Accepting the truth I felt back then is necessary,
I realize I hold space for who you were to me,
Sometimes I want to go find you, unblock and review
I know I won’t.
You left your fingerprints on me, it’s harder to get rid off
at least more than I thought.
the blood that was all over the floor the week of the scene, i don’t think they ever found anybody guilty.
Sometimes I want to call and ask if you know who was who spilled it first,
but I don’t have your number if it’s still the same.
did you play my game and it messed you up?
I can’t tell what my skin was like in the game, but I wonder if it was my cards that dictated the play.
sometimes I find objects from the crime, they don’t serve as evidence anymore.
There’s no proof for a broken case.
Inconclusive as it may
It happened so fast.
Plastic bags could hold traces, but there’s no use for a scattered scenario.
the pictures that exist somehow to this day, they didn’t quite capture a narrative,
I wonder if you have thought about it.
Any tips could help find a lead, but I don’t think you can submit them.
I won’t get the message, and I won’t hear the word, but I see it laid dead.
Cold and gone.