‘Round Midnight

I try to sit here
eyes shut, ears open
absorbing your passion,
my namesake.
This seat may have been the last spot
you ever warmed with your pure energy.
You were broken
and I couldn’t fix you. I couldn’t face it.
But you let me try
which breathed life into our bond.
Thank you.
Your ghostly gaze falls tenderly
onto my back, letting me relax
while 3 2 1 jamming.
I can practically hear you humming along
even your smile emits sound. It’s warm.
Let’s sit here a while and fade
into his cool composition.

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