(22/365) Could be a slam poem...

I used to sing to you, 

unabashed.

Sing to you,

by you, 

beside you.

Used to sing anything

and everything.

But Kyle,

these days...

I only know one song.

See, I'm tumbling

for you.

Stumbling through the work that I have to do.

Don't mean to harm you!

By leaving your town....

I sing it on repeat.

My mind is st-st-stuck on the last thing you said to me.