The Crank Music Box

Poetry

The crank music box plays the song
as loud as the beat of my heart—
you can hear it even when you’re far.

Your words are melodies
combing its way to my mind;
your stares are distant rhythms
looping its tune to my eyes. 

Then the tone of your voice
transitioned away from mine;
you shifted your genre
and now we’re not harmonized. 

The crank music box plays the song
as loud as the beat of your heart—
for her.

I can hear it even when you’re far.

Daily Post’s Critical Eye.

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