It's a sad story
Of forbidden Lovers.
It would be nicer to hear you say it in person. To watch your lips make the movement for the noise to flow through. But you aren't here, soon though.
I've always liked the way you say my name. A soft noise, sweet but not sticky, sing song not clattering.
Say it out loud. Perhaps if you say it so many times. I will appear. Flutter to you in a cloud of pink smoke.
Please try that. Please.
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