Monday, February 3, 2020

Four Eleven

I hope I will never forget
your words you said
when nothing could be heard
from your beautiful mouth
except a clear sort of whisper
your way of talking slowly
me melting into your sound
until it was too late the meaning
forgotten until I remembered
to listen finally until sense
made its own sweet way there
to a place we could wander to
back and forth in time like now

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