Where We Came From

I still hear you,
crawling from your music box,
fresh on the floor,
always on my mind.

I tried to find you,
in him,
but you can’t find love,
in a man you just tolerate.

I holler at the moon,
silently,
my eyes leak,
loud,
as I sing our song,
at the window sill,
waiting for you to write.


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