Never Mine
Her memory starts to sing.
She only says one word, but her mouth repeats and rings.
And I can't remember how many syllables or the letters made of use,
just her face and her eyes and her lips; when quirked amused.
And there she lingers in my head; a word not known but always said.
She keeps on dancing in my mind, but in her heart, she's never mine...
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