In the heart of my heart
your music is fading away
if you come close enough
to my warmth
you can feel your magic
glittering like the rain
on golden spring blossoms.

In the heart of my heart
your books are gathering dust
if you look deep enough
into my eyes
you can see your past
reflected like the moon
in autumn drops of dew.

And
like the blood in my veins
our memories flow
pulse
blend and blur their edges and
contaminate.

In the heart of my heart
your pictures are face down
if you listen close enough
to my silence
you can hear your story
whispered like shivering windchimes
on drifting summer breath.

And
like the streets of a city
our lives twist
turn
loop back around themselves and
detour.

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