baby three years ago
I stared straight back
at sentimentality
that played on 11 gauge strings
just a little too heavy for my soul;
promised you that I'd honor
your memory with tendonitis
but I have moments
where I tire of
walking hand in hand with nostalgia
and I wish you could lift my spirits
with lighter cares and optimism
in the same way you'd kiss my eyelashes to sleep
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