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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