Every buzz of my cellphone in my bag
Is a maybe,
Every glimpse of your photo on the wall
Is a ferry
That carries me back to another time,
A far off place,
Before my blindness robbed me of your voice,
And your embrace.
Every whiff of the coffee that you loved,
A reminder,
Of strong, rich friendship, its smoky flavour
That lingers,
Feeding hope that the love that never was,
Will be someday.
The Love That Never Was
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