You never needed to have a voice
Those stories just came out
As you twisted your head back
And forth to the music
As you sailed through the night on that
Dragon’s back—holding on and smiling
As you rushed through the wind.
You didn’t love to sing because you
Thought it sounded good.
Even when they put you on the stage
As the star of the show.
You sang because you needed
The way it made you feel.
The way it silenced and gave meaning
To the swirl within
As you stared up at the pebbled ceiling.
The Hudson River night pressing through
The bars of your windows.
The white turned blue
The white will turn blue
When she dances with you
To the same song.
Beautiful bad decisions.
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