Based on the following prompt: Prompt #20
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 19
I told you and told you and told you again,
I love you, you’re worth it,
You mean so much to me.
You heard it in my voice,
Heard it in my poems,
The miles traveled,
The letting you back in
every 3 years or so.
You just asked why they would let
High schoolers read Camus,
What was the purpose of the people we helped
Do you want to get together?
You said of course we’ll stay in touch
Your texts as long as e-mails
Your e-mail never changing
Never lasting for more than a month.
I thought your voice
Was the only echo of that time
That time I fell in love with life,
Burst into song,
Lived wholeheartedly for a few months.
But we said, let’s go to poetry readings
and I heard someone else
Singing the same song on paper.
She reminded me recently
That words befriend me regularly
That these, too, are joy,
That there’s more than you to listen to.
With every day and every page
Your echo becomes softer, weaker
Replaced with the awakening song
Of poetry in every corner of my heart.
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