Distant

And
Early morning
I choose tea
With a 
Distant memory
Ghost from an eve
Swimming in me
There in the dawn
As if shock and awe
Woke the sheets
A dream competes
The kettle screamed
Startling
The distant dream
My mind playing 
Our saccharine song
The vinyl skips
It’s been too long
Between the sips 
With equal parts
Bitterness
And distant hearts

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