When I miss you
The most
I play our song
On my bodacious violin
And sip fine wine
Next to cautious
Memories of your smile;
I open all the windows
And
Let the music float
Seductively into the sky,
With the pigeons
And the sparrows,
Who occasionally
Whistle and squawk
Along with my G clefs
And rhythmic chords
Like an abrasive
Orchestra;
Oh the very thought of you.
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