Between Me and I

by krstaten

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“Imagine if music
could sound like this,” you said
as small hail pelted the
sunroof.

I huddled in the passenger’s seat
and watched the glass
waiting for cracks.

When the hail stopped
and the rain quieted
to a whisper, you listened
as if it was speaking just for you.

“Close your eyes,” you said as
you did.
               I didn’t.

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