Music I Heard

Conrad Potter Aiken

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Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart that you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,
—They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

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  • Winstonunfow

    This was deep, man. Really hit me in the feeling. Like, simple words, but so much emotion packed in there. Makes you think about losing people you care about 💔. It's a painful, but beautiful read.