Most days you are simply a voice in this large world,
Words and phrases reminding me of your sorry soul,
Some days, you are a speck of dust floating through the thick air,
Visions of your brown eyes striking me through my heart,
Other days, like today, you are the missing piece to my soul that your soul had to go and
Do you remember our first date?
Wine all night,
Do you remember when all I wanted was you?
You turned away leaving me at bay.
Do you remember when you realized I was your love.
I moved on.
Will we ever remember our first date? When all we wanted was each other.
She was his ledge,
He was her light,
He led her down a road of notes,
High and low,
Above and below.
His muse spewed letters of trust,
Her melodist distorted her letters with deceit..
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