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hereuare

despite my hesitation
I’ve discovered where you were
e’en now my fingers
roll o’er aching boards
fumble with the presence
of something
I can’t see –
takes my breath
and skips my heart a beat
of consequence
I’ve known to curse
the way that time concedes
tho maybe this –
my way of missing me
an evermore
I’ll never know
to ease my hurts this way
tracing now the tender chords
where once your music
played

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