Indistinct voices and
Unfamiliar sounds drown out
Your still warm voice
As its echoes slowly die
In my mind's ear.

I'd give up this seat for you
If you'd just walk through
The door and pick out
My face in the crowd.

But the flashing lights only
Illuminate faces that
Are not yours, and the
Pavement outside does not
Reverberate to the sounds of
Your footsteps.

So I smile along to old songs
That I've never heard before,
And listen to happy people
Exchanging happy words, and
Wish one of the voices
Was yours.

04/07/2005

Posted on 04/08/2005
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