You re Still in My Headphones

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

Cables snake like veins gone cold,
Your voice still haunts this hollow hold.
I press play - and the world caves in…
You’re still in my headphones… again.

I smashed the speakers, tore the wires,
Drowned your song in funeral pyres.
But silence breeds your melody -
A ghost that claws inside of me.

You’re still in my headphones, screaming through the pain,
A love I lost, but can’t contain.
Every note, a nail, a chain -
Dragging me back through blood and rain.
I crank the gain, I bleed the bass -
But your echo fills this hollow space.
You’re gone - but you own every sound…
In this hell where I am bound.

We recorded nights in basement heat,
Your laugh raw, your heartbeat sweet.
Said, “If I leave, just press repeat -
I’ll live inside your stereo beat.”
I laughed and kissed your tangled hair…
Then let you vanish into air.
Now I blast those tracks till walls collapse -
Just to feel you in my laps.

I deleted files, erased the drive,
Swore I’d bury you alive.
But your voice leaks through the static hum -
A siren calling me back home… to ruin.

You’re still in my headphones, screaming through the pain,
A love I lost, but can’t contain.
Every note, a nail, a chain -
Dragging me back through blood and rain.
I crank the gain, I bleed the bass -
But your echo fills this hollow space.
You’re gone - but you own every sound…
In this hell where I am bound.

I see you now with someone new -
He holds you like I never knew
How to. You’re calm, you’re bright, you’re free…
While I rot in symphony
Of what we were - distorted, loud,
A requiem inside this shroud.
You moved on clean, no trace, no scar…
While I’m chained to who we are.

I begged the void to mute your tone,
To leave me shattered - but alone.
But the amps just roared your name in fire:
“You lit the fuse. Now choke on wire.”
So I scream into the mic’s black eye -
A king of loss beneath dead sky.
You’re not in heaven - you’re in the feed…
The only truth my soul still needs.

You’re still in my headphones, tearing through my chest,
A sacred wound that won’t find rest.
Every riff, a wound, a plea -
“Come back, come back, remember me.”
I shatter drums, I break the sky…
But your voice won’t say goodbye.
You’re gone - but you rule the sound I trust…
My love… my curse… my endless rust.

So let the circuits fry, let speakers bleed -
I’ll still hear you in every need.
You’re in the hum, the hiss, the roar…
The ghost behind my bedroom door.
You’re still in my headphones…
Always…
Even when I unplug…
You’re there.