March 27, 2012


Sometimes I think
I hear your voice
in sad country
songs, the lyric
so fitting, the tune so
full of such sweet sorrow,
timeless beyond
the veil of death,
but then I know
it's way too perfect,
the song too canned,
no one really
lives like that.
Some revelers never
take off their masks,
grown so deeply
into their skin,
we never even bother
to ask, who they were,
who they might have been.