phantom sound
Staining the coffee mug
There it is
It visits again
The music stops entering my left ear
My balance is tipped
I feel slightly jarred by this
Like half of me receives a cushioned version
of what I should have felt and perceived
Coupled by a now thick heavy arterial floor
my heart is wading in a shallow pool laden with caffeine
There is little comfort in this
I resort to what was
And I am visited by those that were
There is a lesson here somewhere
But I am not quite sure what
