May

22

Empty Strains

category Category: Poem, Poetry | comment | Tags: None
Empty Strains

I press play &
sweet jazz &
acoustic guitar &
a sultry voice echo among the rooms &
my ears are not enough to hear it all &
the sweetness &
love &
all of it go wasted without you to hear

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