Remember when I used to listen
fifty or more times to his
raspy, off-pitch voice,
and loving every second of it
supposed to be asleep.
If I listen...closely,
I hear rain fall,
bringing back sounds I knew
from a past life.
There is a dance we play
Yes, yes I know it.
Where you twirl me,
and I laugh.
He jumps and octave
taking you away
strings drop me off
back from the dream.
It isn't a surprise
I think he knows me,
We share the same life
All I'm left with.
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