It was when I heard your voice
On my cell phone
Rich and familiar
Like steaming coffee
The morning of my day.
Your eyes the color of coffee too-
Matching mine
Your hair color
Skin tone
Small frame
An echo to my own
You are the sounding of a poem
Upon my soft lips
A kiss.
Your voice.
2 years past.
How choices tear and mend
How you make and obliterate.
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