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You through a backwards lens,

obscuring as we age;

your voice begins to fade

but your laughter retains

and accompanies me

when my chest gathers storms.

While at my best and worst,

spewing bile in verse;

for some years at the least,

you brought me ease and spoke

without withholding love.

I saw you as granted,

and I was proven wrong,

so now I reminisce

through remnants found in songs.

The hollow is deserved;

has since then overflowed;

the lightning strikes and grows;

my innards turn to smoke.