tonight I lit a million candles
and put your albums in the stereo
and listened to the Endless Possibilities
of what Might Have Happened
and what Never Quite Was.
the flickering light
caught the sparkles in my fingertips
the steaming tea
was like fine wine in the wintertime
the live show single voice from behind the
baby grand
awkwardly placed
in that dirty loud bar
painted me pictures of you
how your eyes closed
when you sang that verse -
we were Almost.
~vvb
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