The melody of our love 
was left in pavement and dust; 

the notes lost among 
abyssal macadam.  

Whatever songs I played for you 
while your hands shadowed mine 

in playful caress has  
been forfeited to distilled time. 

You whispered promises of 
a life to be spent together, 

but from the grave, they 
are now muted. 

I miss you every day,  
but I miss the possibilities of us  

even more. 

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