Vacuum

We were the same music travelling in a vacuum space,

Until one day you asked full of grimace,

“Would a song still a song when played in silent?”

Crossing out the whole statement claims we are salient.

Suitcases you packed all your clothes,

Denying what we had while you were the boast.

But wait,

Beneath crumpled shirt, you fold,

Was it a picture of us both?

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