Wistful, wasteful, nothing more is needed.

From you, all is gone.

A never-ending song is done.

Some notes can’t resonate forever.

Some lives won’t resonate together.

Notes and sounds end, but the meaning stays.

Wisdom isn’t cheap.

I’ve held education in my hands,

Only to let it go, to breathe.

Now I return to a former love,

A deviant and magnetic bitch.

But it’s a soulful forgiving pawn,

I trust the music more than myself.

I am a slave to its crime,

Bring me in, bring me closer.

Welcome me home as if I never left.

Treat me as the lover of your past and future.

© Laurie Markvart

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