riff

I hear that riff

guitar climbing high

touching the sky

& I’m back in that little room

having slept with you

waking to love in the morning

it was all we could do

just hanging on hanging on

& you are long gone

maybe to better things

may be to worse

but that riff

brings me memories

of you & me breathing deep

hot sweat & those little deaths

singing the verses

after the love

all we had

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