Yes, that woman who can fly. SHE, damn it all to hades. You.
I would curse the moment I felt the silk of your voice. I can't.
I would gouge my eyes out, and that would leave me with the eyes I'd recognise anywhere, with the pictures and poems you gifted me for only company. I'd drown.
It does me good to see you smile, even if it's not at me.
It does me good when you laugh, though it is at me.
We'll always have the music, the paintings, the world, the river from my neighbourhood to yours.
We'll always have that coffee, pending.
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