No Other

by fragileharto

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Soft

Like wind

whistling its melody

swift but tender

into our ears

I sang your name

over

and over again

Like a mantra

my songs

my poetry

consists only

of your name.

I speak it.

I shout it.

I pause.

You:

My favorite poem.

My favorite song.

My most recited prayer.

I say it

When I wake,

before I sleep,

in distress

I whisper it

woefully

study it’s

immaculacy.

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