(Un)lived Days

Quiet guitar, the voices of your strings

Cannot whisper anymore. Life’s been so silent

Between these lilac walls


Watercolors, unfinished letters…

Poems written

Seventy years ago, but recently found

In a distant bookstore


Sing my memories… Sing again. Once

At least.

Sing for the life unlived.

Sing our life to be

For a passing moment of confused inspiration

When these hands find the imperfect chord





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