Humming
The keys under my fingers vibrate with memories.
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Old habits are immortal glimpses
Of the changing state of reality.
The smoke curling into the low ceilings here
Smells the same as it did then
In that strange room with the wide windows
A decade ago
And the burnt coffee fouling up
The taste of eggs and bacon on my tongue
Reminds me of those late summer nights
Clacking away at these keys
While watching Jupiter carve its path
Through the black expanse above.
.
I can still see the way the silver leaves
Of the young maple now grown and mature
Flipped with the strong southern winds.
The universe hums under my fingertips
And the ghost of a friend slumbers nearby.
The world tastes like despair and bravery
Watered down with whiskey.
The flavour has shifted
Now strong and crisp like the last days of winter
And the first of spring.
Jupiter still lingers high.
.
The hawk soars.
A different soul following the same path as its ancestors.
Its predecessor.
My friend.
The one who spoke in riddles
And fanned the red of its tail in my dreams.
Two halves of the same whole.
Two slices, one of the sun and one of the moon.
The foggy grey days in the middle are mine.
We form the branches, the roots, the trunk.
And the wind blows on.
Jupiter smiles and kisses the horizon.
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Comments (2)
So poignant! 💕🙂
The nostalgic imagery really sucked me in!