“you know what comes next,”
I say to him with a sad smile
it’s a smile I think he’ll come to know well
>>>>>>>
on my lips
a song from yesterday
words not quite audible
not quite decipherable
the melody doing the work
working the doing
working the words
slowly forming
on my lips
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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May 19, 2010 at 8:02 am
dennisfinocchiaro
Love it! I will be back 🙂
http://www.denwrites.com
May 19, 2010 at 10:25 am
Dhyan (AKA Utopain Fragments)
your words do the work my lady
(i hope the first part IS part of it and not only in my imagination)
May 19, 2010 at 10:34 am
slpmartin
“on my lips
a song from yesterday”
According to folks who know me, I always seem to have a song running in my head…most times it’s a song from yesterday…a certain amount of living in the past I guess, but some days I sing a new song, like the ones your write, a song with a future. Love you poem.