make the silence be spoken

I opened the fire door to four lips - none of which were mine - kissing
I tightened my belt around my hips where your hands were missing

I’m singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
and my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired

Oh, how I miss
substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
and oh, how I miss
walking up to the edge and jumping in
like I could feel the future on your skin

and I wasn’t joking when I said Good Bye