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chats by the light of the moon |
All That Remains I remember that smile you gave to me. Hours on the phone the young lilt in your tone. As if I could visualize the smile upon your face as I would declare the next song to be sung. Off key made no difference to me . That wit and quick retort – it was as if we were dancing with our words. You awakened my mind and alarmed my senses after months of the comfortably numb I had been laying in. I thank you for that. Things seemed to change once the ill became whole again. Perhaps you just needed an ear; a cheerleader of sorts. A woman’s tone on your way home from impressing the masses. A safe place to state your frustrations and fears. After some time had passed the declarations brought tears to my eyes. Your statements though passionate were told from a younger man. I realized the experience in my years would surely have separated us. Your words left a bitter taste in my mouth and an ache upon my brain. What happened to the singing? The promise of a rendezvous was never to be kept. I returned from Paris and it became all too obvious that it was just verse. Words exchanged by the light of the moon. Some nights I lay awake imagining the ring of the phone and your voice. It is like a ghost pain one feels when a limb is removed as if it still remains. |