The ones that didn't get burned - 5. Ground Words

I tripped over your words and fell into your arms.
You lifted me up and then whispered softly about the days that were better.

In disbelief I tried to remember, was it you?
My heart lurches and then stops. That’s not your name.

I sigh, you’re still whispering. Don’t make me cry.
I miss you, but you haven’t left. You remain in my sight, cooing and humming.

You whistled that tune that brings back the summer sun. But it stayed dark as i tried to remember the melody.

Change your name please, I want to believe.
Knock on my door and put on the mask. I want to smile.

Next time I fall don’t catch me. I want to read from the ground.
Let me remember the days that were better and drift off into the night.