I hear it in the silences between the daylight
felt in the jagged vibration of the speakers
rattling like coins in my pockets

So I take some memories
and scatter them on the ground
falling behind me
like apple seeds

just to say
you don’t know what I smoke about

Curling up in the air,
smoldering nothingness

I never count their growth

as the sound still followed me
and the silence rattled me,

it was better not to look back,
for fear
you’d still be here