my constant refrain boasts the childhood belief of manipulating effect by wishing for the opposite to happen.
and so you will leave me escapes my lips with the hope that no, you will not leave me, not now, not ever, not when I love you so.
but I continue to carry the cool of the nonchalant, the unaffected, whispering the refrain as if I am discussing the rain or yesterday’s traffic–
–hoping that you are not privy to this juvenile show and confusing my vain wish for a future I would kill to keep from happening.
but you are not privy to anything, are you, as my refrain echoes within the empty rooms and silent hallways of a long-deserted home.