What sounds like voices
just outside the door
but when I go to
listen it’s doves
mourning something.
Try not to cry
I try to tell them
but soon we’re both
broken down it’s a concerto
of tears and sobbing.
But you know it’s not about sorrow
at all that’s just the doorway
into some serious
not to say solemn serenading
as I moan on.
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