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  • That day we stood together
    An easy grace between us
    Directly facing The Problem
    Never came.

    That day when when I apologized
    And vowed to understand you better
    The day I gave up my proud ideas
    And turned down the volume of my heroic noise
    Just low enough to hear the sound of your heart speaking
    Never came.

    And how many days have come since,
    Rattling with Heavy Chains and Wonder
    Of what I might have heard from your heart if I'd listened?

    Now, the silence of your heart stirs all the listening in me
    Throughout each day, and in dreams at night.
    And still: the day to have heard you will not come.
    The din of a thousand human hearts may crash on my ears
    And yours will not be one of them.

    But every now and then,
    If I lean my ear close
    To one of those thousand hearts,
    In my careful listening,
    I could swear I did once hear you
    Singing to me, soft and low
    In the pale sunrise of that day.
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