@migu music@

Dog eared the page that you liked

Now an elegy but once described

The way you saw me through those eyes

(those dimes worth a million to mine.)

And that poem ranks first, second to yours of course

(which lives hidden in my third drawer.)

Partly because, your words of choice.

And partly because, I can hear your voice say them.

And I know it’s been rough.

(Pages your fingers brush.

Nose in the spine inhaling the years

of time it hasn’t spoken to you.)

Well alright, stop making the things in my room cry.

Stop making the things in my room cry all the night.

Partly because, your words of choice.

And partly because, I can hear your voice say them.

And it begins to seem like

All the works of words

In the world were so deprived

Of an inspiration so hidden from sight

That could’ve never been missed by me

Those sonnets that fell through your mouth are still echoing.