The sweetness starts
With a gentle crackling
From my speaker,
Every now and again.
It cracks just like
A vintage record player,
Almost exactly the same,
And it’s possibly endearing,
Definitely distracting me
From the sweet melody
Of something I love
But forgot about.
Something cut abruptly,
Persistent and patient.
Relentlessly passionate:
My longing.
And for a moment,
Every now and again,
I forget about
How much I miss you.

150 150 Alexandru R
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