Seventy Eight.

There were always sounds
In the distance
Music up close
Dancing and longing
I felt
For your hand
Found my keys
Black and white
Photographs
History, yesterday and
Now I want you again
I want
Again you come to me
Gone, lost
Thoughtful to return
To my barren mind
Full of sounds
I hear
Merely eighteen words
Cacophonous vowels
Depths, of meaning
Deep bass
I gave
You forever
Keeping my sometimes
Close
Forever alone
Until
Always the sound

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