A pause in the passion.

From the collection, Mono no aware By Tylor Traxler

I wrote you a letter, that you told me to send 

Right before I watched you, disappear ‘round the bend 

My thoughts to the paper, never seem to blend 

So I tore that letter up, and chose to make amends

 

With the way the red reflected off highway signs 

And the shivers and shakes that sent up my spine 

Through the rivers and snakes, through bottles of wine 

You delivered a shake that quakes round my mind 

Faulty at my best, I recorded this from the chest 

And dialed your number, you told me to give it a rest 

And the rest is history, relenting itself 

This is an interlude between inhales, a pause in the passion, 

A slowed down method of steaming reactions 

To tell you one thing, once met with redaction

I didn’t mean to divide us, didn’t mean for the fraction 

If you hear this, give it a second to breathe 

Let the static build, like a fucked up tv 

And if you hear my message, and still don’t love me 

Well that’s just how you feel, and that’s just what I’ll be