We wear our emotions all over our bodies.
Sometimes it’s a poor fit... revealing too much.
She could see the fear in me. She was leaving us.
“I’ll be back, ” she purred assuringly.
“Remember the sound of my voice in you heart...
each beat will be a soft remembrance from me.'
It’s true, I was lost... lost in her broken promise...
starving on fading memories.
Well, I survived her promise... broken my fast.
It’s just that, you know, my heart still whispers
to me from time to time...
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