I often wonder if we ever listen to one of the many songs we enjoy at the exact same moment while distances apart. Do you capture the same meaning I receive from the words and notes revolving as if speaking to us directly? Do you sit back strumming practicing the precise moment I am hum the words we know together? I can hear you hands playing to my subconscious. There are new songs as strangers to your ears that have been old friends of mine that I want to share.
Though other women may welcome you with bare skin I am the only one who understands your soul. This truth I believe only you possess for me as well looking deep beyond the face. I carry your mark. Every time I stare into the mirror I am reminded of how I have been spotted by each day spent with you. There there are the photos of our life with the caption of how we were snickering at what we are. Each captured moment is a mockery of what I cannot be and powerless to reverse it. I turn my cheek to take the hit as an encouragement for me to let go. Some thoughts, memories, feelings I relinquish. Others I bury deep inside to never release.
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