Like a scratch in a record my heart replays your love.
Resonates the groove burned into my soul.
Repeated stanzas my memory cannot forego.
A perfect match and an imperfect dissolution.
Blended into a bittersweet melody,
which my mind repeats incessantly.
Ah! That I could remove the stylus,
or at least lower the volume,
or fulfill your wishes,
and turn it off completely.
As if I could ~ I can't.
Even though my license
has been revoked.
The song continues.
And though I can't sing to it,
silence isn't an option either.
Sudo Nym ~ Poet in Motion
Copyright June 29, 2008
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