You had just come from her memorial service
the last time I saw you.
There was an expected unease in your eyes,
a slight tremble in your voice.
Its been about a week since then.
Last night was closer
to the you I've known
as we sat there
drinking beers in my car.
I played you some music
by the band whose gig you missed.
We listened for a while,
finding what is there,
what is left of us
whenever such things happen.
The heart cracks
and creaks from use,
its strength is unsurpassed
by any manmade creation.
When the moment had passed
we stepped out in the night
and into the place
we give birth
to that primal sound.
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