The Poet who didn’t know it

Crystal eyes
close.

And you drift away.
Chicago, perhaps?
Chills run down your spine (mine, too)
and send you back
to this room
where we sit
holding hands.

I will keep your memory safely stored
[next to the sound of your “hello”]
in my heart.

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