Is this?

its there, lingering behind an unfinished thought a careless word uttered just below the listening threshold slid like a knife next to my shoulder blade right in back, next to the dull glass still there from last week when does it stop? what happens now when there are no right answers only these lonely suppositions left from some fleeting vision years ago maybe months ago when this topic was poked about and left flat is it ok to hope again when all roads lead to closed doors empty lies turn away when laughter dies where is that part of ever after? burn the page