You clear your throat,
Ready to hum your favourite tune.
Give it all away to laughter,
You haven't decided which one that must be.
You travel lands to find it behind sunsets;
Or sit with your headphones on,
Scrolling through the albums.
A single white hair glistening on your forehead among all black,
As your laptop gathers dust.
Your blocked nose makes you breathe heavily,
I love listening to that tune.
Your hand strumming the guitar;
You ask me my favourite song,
Unaware that you are it.
You've always been.
So I just smile.
I smile at you.
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