It is not
that she loved his laughter
any more than the rest
or that the draw of his skin
fit more neatly
across his chest
or that his kiss did not carry
the taste of all the love
he had given before
It’s that in the silence
with still breathing
and hearts beating
he whispered the lines
and played a melody
that only she could sing.
| Tyler Kent White |
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