Since you elide me,
the lullaby lost its serenity,
displacement of lagatos,
to the sentience of stacattos.
Since you shutter your storm,
drumming no longer comforts,
beguine isolates the balero,
I have lost my rhythm.
My morning run, the rising sun.
reminds me of what’s missing.
Those notes, married in melody,
are not as they were erstwhile.
I search my soul, my dreams.
for the song to be full once again.
But the notes remain flat,
day in and day out,
Until you bring them back again.
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