i could decipher every pitch and tone. sight and touch fall from memory, but i hear it all. do not let your voice tremble, or crack when you whisper. the familiarity can be mistaken now, for deja vu or imagination scenes. a martyr for vacant hearts and absent smiles, we'll see who is sorry now. apologies equivalent to limericks. the lyrical memoirs never fade to reference. the ruins of repetition and word association.