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A Melody

I am full of echoes.

 

They thrum 

up and down my spine,

tickle my throat

drum my heart

Faster faster faster

Or maybe 

Slower slower slower

 

And so, when I am close to you

our echoes 

reverberate

And is that not unbearably beautiful? 

 

That my sunshine speaks to yours

the same way we find 

a kin in sorrow? 

 

That these remnants

bounce off one another 

and play, like two instruments 

learning a delicate melody? 

 

And so, when I sit with you, outside 

our bodies are speaking,

are singing,

in silence 

except 

for the telltale thrum 

the tingle under our skin

while all around 

is birdsong and wind