collecting dust
with other castoff children
whose voices
I didn't wish to hear
Your handwriting adorns
the spine facing me
reminding me how much
I loved seeing your writing
on the page
You were positive
I would love the band
You picked through
their slender discography
It is playing now
all these years later
What were you saying
to me if anything at all
through those songs
Not sure it matters
anymore Listening
I know you were right
It took me too long
to realize it
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