The 60th Time

And when the melody started playing, 
Exposing me to all the things you had been saying,
Once again, maybe for the sixtieth time,
Reminding me of you and this one rhyme. 
Announcing my naivety, god knows why I still have it saved, 
After you used this song to expose me with every line it paved.

It paved a way backward for me,
Until these notes became everything I could see. 
To the point where months after, I was at day one,
Avoiding every bit of this god damn song.

Until this morning the notes rang in my ear again,
And I told myself: okay, this is the last time man.
I would delete it after that, 
Because at this point I needed therapy, I was getting mad.
Because even waking up made me tired and my tears tasted sad.
Because my heart and mind were sore.
Because I couldn’t miss you anymore.

But then the piano started playing softly
And while it’s plead was rather costly, 
It kept on going for some reason. 
The reason being the space that an echoing voice needed to recover from treason. 
The treason being so harsh that they needed drums as its cover,
Again making space for the singing voice to suffer.

And for the first time, I wondered how long it would take the voice to recover, 
So that it could sing again after the treason’s decay. 
When the song ended I smiled, understanding that the time was today.