i am listening to an old heart break.
your voice is strong with longing, rich with loss.
i think, maybe the past never leaves us.
i think, whose ghost is dancing in your soul?
i feel the miles and miles between us and i feel
the person i am not. the old love gone and the new me, hovering above a chasm of memory.
and, maybe its just the stories we told,
pulling the bookcases from the wall, stacking the pages,
making everything new and ours and painting over the old, worn walls.
maybe its just that we stirred the silences and
all there is to do is sing it out.
maybe its all just the way the music moves.
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