Notes Forgotten

The rhythm of my blues strikes a chord in my heart,
In melodies illusive to the tune once played,
Harmony instills a haunting lament
The notes forgotten, the drum mistimed.
The hands that clapped, in celebration,
Once held tight by lover's warmth 
Now lie cold in chilling bite,
Trembling in need for a beat once shared…

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