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Today some yellowed envelopes fell;
among them was your silent ghost
divulging words of younger days when
our love was grand, our wits were few.
Tears quivered on lips where they fell
and I remembered how Cupid proved
that love was blind —for many years
in our niggardly romance.
I thought I’d forgotten, but it all
rushed back again. Then I found
a vinyl and played what was “our song”
causing more tears at aught askew
and my loving memories of you.