I remember when you used to sing and play guitar.
Eyes glittering, voice deep and clear,
reciting the songs I still know by heart.
Now the light in your eyes has gone away.
Like stars in the sky, faded in another age.
Your hands, once so sure, don’t remember how to play.
You gaze at me, confused and disarrayed.
I put my head on your shoulder, say
“I wish you’d come back to me one day.”
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