The Misplay (Nosound)

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