The silence fills the temples of my brain
so that it roars with the consistency of you.
Your echo reaches into the walls
the ones you navigate so well through
and in them, continue your empire.
Sometimes out into the butterflys of the air
” You’re dead, you died, you’re gone.”
The power of convincing is a strong weapon
and I have my heart arms around it tightly.
The windows cloud with discontent,
upset at you for making my thoughts
my heart on the other hand
holds hands with yours
” You’re alive, you live, you are here.”
A battle between two things
that are within
two feet of existence of one another,
the head and the heart.
How does one make them best friends?