A gesture recalled in the moment
a kindness I forgot to extend.
Am I the only one who remembers?
How do you not recall each priceless second?
The embrace of an intimate amnesiac
leaves me cold and empty.
This is not melancholy this is recognition
letting time trickle through my dry fingers.
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symphonic sympathy
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Music to my ears, thank you.
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