Chad Weeks Poet I do not know?

Hello

Hello,
Your voice crashed my silence like a gunshot on a Sunday morning
And hello was all you said
For now, now I am dead inside
Dead over a lake that was lucky to grace your toes
Dead as your warm hands floats over my cheeks 
And a kiss that is tattooed in on the back of my hand
So I see it always just like the lyrics your favorite bands
So what is it that you seek?
You were once my the light guiding my path
And now you’re hidden by an unseen wrath

& through these lines & rhymes where is your reply
	And don’t 
	Don’t you start to cry
Because now , now I start to question why?
And as that tear sinks lower on your face, This memory becomes something I can’t erase
It begins to cut my soul, like a knife with no place to go
I feel it twist and turn as it hacks its way through words I used to say
Words like 
“We can be something great”
	“We will make this last”
But what is left of “we”
Please I beg, as the tear drops to ground with such a sound
A sound that pounds against my chest like a hammer to a nail

Help me see what is left
But we didn’t last
And I’m still dead from the past 
So hello,
But I must go

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