what once was

February 21, 2014

i once taught your fingertips

the formation of

guitar chords like

E minor and G

i once tasted your lips

the subtle flavor of

spice and fizz

from food and soda

i once loved your sleepy voice

the amusing sound of

your struggle to stay awake

but not saying good night

i once heard you make your choice

the haunting words of

sadness and confusion

that broke a piece of

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