i concede
i love your sound
but can’t coax you
to sing now,
you turn from the
microphone
as though you
stand here all alone.
disconnection
how comfortable
we aged
in our ignorance
of each
other
wondering
why
in all that
time
we never did grow
closer.
lamp light reflecting
off asphalt,
midst a rain
i’d rather forget
chases me inside the
home of your
embrace
to find you
somewhere else.
a conversation
fades..
and pupils
float,
as silence becomes
wedged
deep in our
throats.
hands in the garden 
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