The Memory Of Faith
I keep being told I love fiercely and well,
yet when the music stops I am left
without a chair,
watching the other lovers sit.
I no longer like this game.
Let the music continue —
I’ll hear the faint strains of song
as I walk to my fitted apartment,
back to the plants and the memory
of faith.
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1 April 2024
Charlottesville VA
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 1
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