Midsummer

I lost my voice. 

It didn't feel like my choice. But, it was, of course. 

 

I whimpered into blackness until I was hoarse. 

And now all I can sense is remorse. 

 

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Struggling to remember your own heart

As low as a morose game of limbo

Muddling through to make anything feel like I used to

 

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A room with two cats

Water feels like life

And so do you. 

 

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Hungry, right away

Birds crooning to the twilight

All we have is now.

 

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Paul's "train in the distance"

and there's a warmth, iike the memory of running barefoot through the green midsummer grass as a child

a sweetness, like first love's gaze

 

 

 

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