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Words scatter 

             don’t scare them away

we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather

again

You play electric guitar

I play acoustic

Neither of us are very good.

I know a few chords,

I played the chorus of 505 for you

You told me to "get Weezered"

It didn’t occur to me, not on the first day, or the second

* * *

If you asked me to describe the job 

Have you ever met someone who truly feels like your other half? Who completes you? Not even romantically, I mean even a friend who mirrors your soul, reflecting back the sweetest parts. Well, I met one of these people last spring.

I would like to hope

That before there was a sky

Bleeding stars,

Before there were planets

Polluted with creation,

That there was still the beating heart