Counting even when it aches.....{{Punk Girl Blue}}

the choking stillness that circles you and circles me, The hush in the darkness waiting outside your balcony. Every whisper turns into a sequence in my chest, Every thought I tried to pin down broke apart into nothing From here to there I make the climb Does it matter if the symbols won’t align, If every moment has its wrong and right the quiet that never sits quite right One for the moment we almost named, Two for the nights that never stayed. Three for the truth we rearranged, Four for the heart you never claimed. Five for the spell that never broke, Six for the words we never spoke. Magic numbers in the mess we make, Counting even when it aches. Soft is the pull that drifts between your steps and mine, I left a little mark for you hidden in the borderline. Every silence echoes like a tally in the dark, Every promise that you whispered shifted like a missing spark. On a ladder from here to there I climb, All this scatter in my head I find. Does it matter if the symbols won’t align? There’s a right and a wrong time. One for the moment we almost named, Two for the nights that never stayed. Three for the truth we rearranged, Four for the heart you never claimed. Five for the spell that never broke, Six for the words we never spoke. Magic numbers in the mess we make, Counting even when it aches. Seven shadows tracing every path you take, Eight old memories curling like a tidal break. Nine lost hours falling through the numbered haze, Ten small reasons why I couldn’t stay. One breath, two hearts, three truths, four starts, Five times I tried to read your sign. Six more nights pretending you were mine, Seven echoes fading out in time. There’s a right and a wrong time.