The Accordion
A breath in.
A soft sound picks me up
like an air molecule,
it carries me through your lungs,
I can hear heartbeats again,
I feel safe ...
A breath out.
The bass which makes me tremble,
is like the sound of artillery in the distance,
I'd like to listen to
your wartime stories,
I’d love to see you again ...
A breath in. A breath out.
You left behind medals,
genes, black and white memories,
when we meet again
I hope to hear you say:
‘good to see you my boy’…
But till then, all that I have is
a breath in, a breath out,
a breath in, a breath out
of your accordion ...
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