Do you want some butter?

I sang out of tune
Out of key even
And you didn’t walk away from me
you may have actually stood up
And screamed at the top
Of your lungs

The same thing

The same thing that I had read
Sang and wrote
Bowed rowed and ran
The same thing I had cried
For the 21 years prior
To that evening

And today
Tonight
On the eve of yesterday
And the dawn of this jour
I want to hear more
But I listen with the most guster
I can muster, to silence.