That must be the sound
of a piano opening,
right before the cancer;
the calming sound carries
me through waves of light.

It's been a long time since
I've looked back upon
the grave;
a silent tear for the years
that no longer seem right.

We have a thief.
A thief on our porch.
A black bird stealing
cat food.

A copy cat thief.
Following the Robins.
Foot prints left by the
actions of another.

He woke up one morning.
He was by himself in bed.
He heard the shower running.
He put the phone to his head.

He talked to a police woman.
He reported a break in.
He went towards the bathroom.
He found his wife naked.

Amy, I can hear the sound of
your heart breaking.
It crumbles like a piece of paper.
It falls down to the floor.

You're crying on the stairwell,
Amy.
Your dreams are all you have
in mind.
It hurts to see you're only dreaming.
It hurts to say goodbye.

Amy, I can feel the pain of your
heart beating.
You want so much to run away.
You lie down on the floor.

You're crying in your bedroom,
Amy.
Your dreams are all you can not
find.
It hurts to see you're only dreaming.
It hurts to say goodbye.

I saw you standing silently
by yourself.
You had no smile and it wasn't
hard to find.

No makeup and a cut there
on your face.
I was in love when I saw you
in this place.

I heard you singing loudly
in my sleep.
You had no joy and it wasn't
hard to see.

No low notes and a bitter
but sweeter taste.
I was in love when I saw you
in this place.

I'm not Superman.
I don't have super strength.
I don't have super speed.
I don't have super anything.

I can only do what I can.

There's a bridge between us.
I'm at one end, you're at the other.
I look at you.
You're still the same.

Over time, I have changed.

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