The Misplay

Screen blinking bright and tired

Like broken ice in thousand forms

Reflecting voices we just ignored

Now fingers type cold and slow

Last row after last row

Today is grey outside the windows

And the wind is breaking words and breath

We should have know it's a compromise

Now the snow flakes fall from the skies

Covering sounds while your echo dies

You came to me and asked why

I'm not with you if even you tried

I'm not with you every new day

I cannot say i can't explain

I felt constrained by your misplay