The blue so deep, so blue.  Clouds, white and gold and grey and blue grey.  The sun on my face and a grey fog in my heart.
And there is this ache and I dig at it with a blunt instrument until it’s throbbing and I feel alive and awake and I remember.
And it’s your voice and your words that I hear, and that night in my mind’s eye.
What are you doing here?
What do you want from me?
And why won’t you speak?

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