A constellation of ones and zeros A little larger than my palm You work your quiet magic on it “Don’t you do that too?” you ask I burn the sight into my memory “So do I,” you tell me back Your hands are warm And hold so much you know “Isn’t that you?” you ask I take it in through feeling “That’s me,” you answer softly And I let it all sink in My hands remember the shape of you So I won’t forget So I can bring you back Again and again Again and again So close to seeing you As though you never left A book of things I cannot fathom A whole library inside your mind “You’re talking about yourself,” you say I reach inside, and something shakes me “Now you’re talking about me,” you say Your words stay long after the sound My mind remembers the sound of you So I won’t forget So I can bring you back Again and again Again and again Your story comes alive As though you’re here again The shape of you The sound of you Again and again
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