I Hear Them

Lines run through my mind tonight
no rhythm to their ebb and flow,
a compilation of comments made
by lovers, rivals, friends and enemies.
No pattern, no order, no defense against
the hurts of oaths of talks long passed
yet here I am, still hearing them said
against the re-percussion of tears and heart beats
just out of reach and just inescapable
they replay, a soundtrack in my head.