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We're eating lunch

and someone says your name

and he asks

how is she anyway?

There's an orchestra in my heart

that's playing just for you

and playing happy now

because they care.

The paragraphs you send me are long, 

certain, 

and completely free; 

they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds, 

Searing, frying, sautéing,
wiping sweat off my forehead,
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy.
I hope he likes it.
The doorbell rings.
The door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands.

i hear it now.

not a whisper

nor a shout

i hear it now.

the future

a call

distant

melancholy?

i can’t help

but wonder

how much am I leaving behind?

i hear it now.