My Song

An ode to a lonely tear
That waits on my lash
that i may blink and it become a deluge.

An ode to a single fear
That sits on my lips
that i may speak and it become a ghost.

An ode to a solitary memory
That haunts my thoughts
lest i forget and I can be free.

I can blink.
I can speak.
I can forget.

I dare not.