So that’s where it’s been:
locked away in this track.
Once overplayed,
then forgotten.
See our young faces
as they were:
spectres amidst reeds of
the instantly familiar piano.
I had so much to learn
about hurting you.
I see you scar-free, playfully
peeking through the mournful violin.
I’d be dead to the man I see
adoring you in the ethereal vocals.
Meandering through our early days,
lost in songs.
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