Everything sounds different
in the dark
when the light’s collapsed
stillness accompanies
your melody
as you play
me in 4/4 time
words that cut
float unanchored
all Doris Day soft-focused
a camera lens
smeared with Vaseline
across my heart
Floorboards sigh as you step across the room
remember Sicily,
Motta Anastasia,
we played The Angel Wore Red
my Soledad to your priest
wounded, I protected the relic
dead, I saved you all
Inhale, exhale
the walls resonate
the shutter speed quickens
the door catch mumbles your goodbye
everything sounds different
in the dark
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