A picture of us,
One of two ticket stubs,
A letter of yours:
Memories dancing on my brain
Makes my heart beat and grow,
Puts a tickle in my ear,
Puts an itch in my fingers,
Makes words stand on my lips.
Oh, the sway of your back,
The taste of your voice,
The sound of your listening,
The feel of your words.
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