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A Song of Remembrance

Like the beat of the bass drum my heart pulses. When the oboe begins to blow, I am transported into an alternate reality— reminding me of you. The saxophone serenades us with its solo as I remember the craziness of our first interaction. The trumpets blare as I remember our first embrace. We laugh through the percussion break. We cry through the horn feature. As the last note fades away from the flute, I remember watching your last breath slip away. I am plunged into the void of silence, patiently waiting to be reunited with you.

A Song of Remembrance

Like the beat of the bass drum my heart pulses. When the oboe begins to blow, I am transported into an alternate reality— reminding me of...

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