the melody of "my immortal" is bittersweet sounding, played with a lone hand on a piano that could only belong to me. there's a phone couched between a hopeful ear and a realistic shoulder, the ringing tripping between the pauses in the reverb. it's lonely; it's home. it's the fullness of a weighty pause between two people with the world in common, with a past of vast night shared. the returning echo is alive in the whitewashed walls, heavy with simple meanings. and that's how i found you again, sitting beside the refrain where i didn't leave you, but where i can hear you singing. do you still sleep with one tear clinging to tightly sealed lashes, for all the times we missed each other by fateful seconds in the street? for all the times i was standing right in front of you and failed to be what you needed most? i wish i still woke up with you on cold mornings in early spring, just to watch your smile shiver.
you're not home and i wonder if i'll ever be home again.
i hang up the phone and finish the song, wistfully. so many things i called to say to you, but i lost the moment in which to say them. |
Submission Name: hanging up
I love "My Immortal", personally. . . it's so ME! I guess that's why everybody likes it but. . . yeah. I really liked the part in your little piece of prose about "a hopeful ear and a realistic shoulder" which sort of represents the two parts of you. . . the part of you that wants you and the talked-about person to be together again, and yet you know that that can never happen. . . the realistic shoulder part. That was definitely the part that stood out to me the most. . . and the ending. The ending that seemed to say that you're hanging up. . . giving up. . . for now, but will, eventually, start hoping again. Don't know why I saw that, but I did.