Above the your influence.
I was listening to the music,
attempting to channel you.
You were there,
but then again you weren’t.
It was I.
Not you.
I found the silence-
maybe I’d found myself.
Someone,
anyway.
Then, I heard the call.
You weren’t there.
Neither was I.
—Ryan Michael
Here I am, and there you are.
Wherever you are.
Me- oh but perfect.
Drowning.
Drowning.
In all that I am.
In all that I am not.
You- oh but perfect.
Joyous.
Celebratory.
You’re free!
You’re free!
I am not.
I am a prisoner.
A hostage.
Of my own thoughts.
Of my own sorrow.
Here I am, and there you are.
Wherever you are.
—Ryan Michael
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