Poem -

Better as a 'We'

Better as a 'We'

I thought sometimes, "I musn't sing",
For the world, they told me to be silent,
to stop pestering them, to move along,
but that part of me just wouldn't quit.
I always thought I would sing alone,
Unwanted and rejected, crying with words,
until I met her, and she sang with me.
I remember, We were in our spot,
On the hill under the Autumn leaves.
She was tucked against my chest,
I thought she was asleep.
I stroked her hair lovingly,
just enjoying her being there with me.
I felt so happy... I started humming.
Simple notes, simple tune,
bright as sunshine in spring,
a little overflow of joy.
And after a minute,
I felt her stir, and I stopped.
But then, the most beautiful thing,
I heard her voice next, a breathy soprano,
singing the first words to the song I was humming.
I never thought "Brown Eyed Girl" would be our song,
but, Looking into her deep brown eyes, I guess I should have seen it coming...
I joined her after that moment of stunned silence, adding my tenor.
I will fervently defend to this day, against all contenders,
the sound of us singing together was the most beautiful I ever heard.
Because, it wasn't my voice, or her voice that sounded good,
apart we were okay, but better neither her nor me,
I found out that day, I am better as a "We"
We sang until the sunset, and I went to bed happy.
She let me sing.

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