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When She Said

It's that last sound on her lips,

that little whisper on that phone call,

the affection and warmth that lingers beyond.

 

It's just the way she said you were adorable,

as if you were cared for,

for the very first time,

that maybe you thought to yourself,

maybe this is alright,

you didn't think it then,

you couldn't you were speechless,

powerless, weak,

as of yet untested by the vestiges of time,

of the loss of even that connection that line,

you had no idea of how uncomfortable peace could be,

of how ruinous letting your hear love,

could be. You just didn't know. You couldn't

 

So you sat there, and smiled, and

you couldn't see your face but you know your eyes shined.

In a light that hadn't been seen before,

That you're unsure if it has ever shined since.

You listen to those light piano keys,

on random youtube videos,

and each and every melody takes you back,

and it's just that last little sound on her lips,

just that last little whisper on that phone call,

The affection and warmth that lingers beyond,

When she said,

"I love you."

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john-ashton-upston
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Sep 4, 2018
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