in the silence
before you spoke my name
the first
the last
my only
did remembrance
fall softer than concern
to the ways for getting back
for getting over
in the lonely
before i took your hand
did you understand
i didn’t
never could
be made to see
how sweet the every day
the many ways
you came
to love me
in the silence
before you spoke –
before you spoke
my name

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