between the wind
against the distance to my heart,
my name rings out,
in a voice that was once my own.
eyes to drift
the shadow of my song.
a soft smile slips:
kindled in fear.
and I whisper back,
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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on May 19, 2021.