I Never Tired of Your Voice

I never tired of your voice.
Your smile came so easily.

Singing and picking guitar,
piecing the puzzle of language together,
conquering waning tides of emotion.

We wandered far on the road,
my first time alone with you;
A part of me still lives in that memory.

(You were instrumental in my insanity;
Essential in its undoing.)

(I remembered you today.)



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