What a game is

Who says these machines work well? 

What would I need a heart monitor for?

It won’t be able to record

The sound of your footsteps

Your laughter

And your sighs

Or the sound of your voice

Telling me you love me

From within the alleyways of my heart

What good is it?

What happened to those sounds?

All those sounds

Should be somewhere in my heart

The doctor is lying

Your voice can’t be erased

Their machine is out of order!

Or else how is it that I remember them? 

How I wish these machines could register

The sound of your late-night wolf-whistles by my window

I want young girls to know

What love is

What wolf-whistling is

And a game

A game

What a game is.