Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

Footsteps fade

when faced with the sea

But the hollows you left

remain present in me.

The years cannot fill them

nor will they be



Heart's caverns they echo

the sound of the tune

A recording you made me

and gave me in June.

The song that you wrote?

It whispers to me.


In secret.


Like a lover.


Like you used to.

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