familiar voice: hear it wrenching you
behind the present 
to before when evenings in with friends
were welcoming: dancing on the carpet

and always supper - laughing, moving, wording, love:
his quick quick slow dance with life was joyous -
warm and light, home-hearted, there was
nowhere else but filled with aunts and uncles 

his slim black tracks of sound
dusty and diminished at the back of a cupboard
forgotten, superfluous, not for the everyday but
faraway - try and move one out or take one away:

she's down on you like bricks, hard
and chipping, as memory picks at the
backs of the eye: gone not forgotten -
emptiness behind: bare cupboards of the heart
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