Uncovered pages discovered beneath
A trunk of dust, forgotten--forgiven.
Footsteps washed away from an uncharted
Shore. The moon keeping its eye on
Erased embrace. Swallowed pride.

When the sun is off and the lights burned
Out. I pour myself into a mold of slumber.
Everything thought, felt--vanished.
Clap your hands, stomp your feet,
Anything, yes anything.

Hands of time are held tightly together,
Bracing itself for shadows of the now.
My faith in you, your disregard, a
Smile that wilts only slightly when
There's nothing left to say.

Voices of night send prayers.
Some answered, some not--I'll
Never know the difference. Your
Scent still lingers, your harmonies
Still resonate.

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