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J.C. Scheff

Songs Forgotten


Parts of me float up into the sky, cloudless. 

Those parts that you hang on to,
Like a pin on a double breasted jacket, blue.

But it is what you don’t remember,
Nor hear, or smell.
Like my lotion on your pillowcase.
And the sweet smell on my neck.

Those parts that I carry with me as,
I move along.
Singing lyrics that you once sang.
Lyrics that you sent to me.

Of songs forgotten and,
Songs we never danced to but,
I dance to alone as,
Parts of me remembered float up into a cloudless sky.

Amongst the birds.
Through the trees.
With the wind. 

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