Muffled Voices
Two closed doors
and the distance
the width of a wall.
Two voices, one yours
the trebles are normal
as they rise and fall.
In this moment
you aren't going crazy.
In this moment
what you say makes perfect sense.
I can pretend
you're saying anything
but what you're saying
when I hear muffled voices.
I think of:
black and white movies,
a Philadelphia Story
and I Love Lucy,
non parels,
you basking in the sun,
Neopolotin
ice cream,
elephants
who never forget,
Victor Borge
and the way you laugh,
your tan skin
against
your denim dress.
Memories can't be just old friends,
No, they can't be.
When I hear muffled voices
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