The Cure

Every time
I hear that song,
that one by The Cure.
It’s about pictures
and sadness,
and I can feel it
under my skin,
pressing on my eyeballs,
threatening guitar-string tears
and slow riff sighs.
It’s you,
there,
with a box,
in a room,
staring at pictures
and believing they’re real,
and me
pressing repeat,
listening,
waiting for your voice,
and picturing you
listening too.

~Patience

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