When this phone call is finished, this last sigh exhaled
and when my letters to you are locked in the box

Will you feel the same as I? Will you remember
my face when you hear that song, some rainy morning?

When the light goes out in your heart and mind for me,
and when you forget our soft, whispered promises

Will you ever think, as you lie in the darkness,
about those dead says--and wonder if I do, too?

 
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