The music, the words, crush me like ice
as though it comes from within me instead of
through my ears and into my head.

And from then- a flash of red
The colour I see in my dreaded nightmares of loved ones leaving
but the guilt staying
to haunt me for the things
I could have prevented

The one thing I have though-
A promise
loosely made yet strongly kept
Strong enough to make me feel
Strong enough to hold me

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