I cannot find in you
mistakes that I am
hinged to, I do not
lift off from. I ought to
reminisce but I have
failed to capture something
that refuses, so far,
to have stayed, thus
to have strayed so far
I cannot phrase
the question I have
answers for.
I cannot lose you,
as I must not help myself
to often overstep
my repertoire by ear
Sheila E. Murphy
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