Everyone comes back

Smiled at your
funny little ways.
Your dancing to
Jerry Lee Lewis.
A sweet song
of Argentina – the
taste of atemoya
from your lips
But, at the old
burial ground –
I saw your love.
A soft, silent lapse –
and eyes to be proud.
Whatever’s here,
is just here.

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