There are times when I just don’t listen,
while I remain in the room,
certainly one could see I am not present.
There are years that I try to recall,
suggesting I am close,
able to understand without hearing.
There are voices that I do recognize,
always giving me guidance
to indicate I might one day figure it out.
There are places I remember when
and I could no longer fix
the pain she had chosen to endure.
There are melodies that I want returned
soft voice echoes in my mind,
I wish then I might have her heart nearby.
There are worlds that exist around me,
that depend upon an energy
beyond the selfish needs I seem to employ.
There are times when I do like to see again,
when in that shadowed space
we laughed, I cried, while she listened.
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