you are a choked back memory

hidden behind my chest plate

tickling the base of my throat

a crooner belts a song

a dancing melody to remind me of you

serenading a belief of us –

intwined in something more

and that memory flutters inside my ribs

at the base of my gut and

races

through

my

spine

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