I thought it'd help if I closed my eyes
when you said my name,
knowing the past cannot colour what you say
behind the dark.
And for a minute it worked
until the weight of once before
came over me like vast stillness
and sat on my chest.
Rain filled buckets in lines by the back door
and I sang to you in an attempt
to cover the sound of lonely drips
making up pools of water.
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