by The Cheesesellers Wife

Your notes fly through my innermost existence
talk of longing and love
melody tears at my contentment
what little there is of it

Your weave emotions and regret into
a fabric impervious to reason
blanketing me
smothering drowning


Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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