| Twenty-Five |
My mind kept drifting
to your last piece
as I warmed up various pastries
and brewed coffee
for my customers.
My smile was weak,
my welcomes
on autopilot.
I was distant,
and the chatter of the coffee shop
seemed almost non-existent.
But one thing that remained prominent
was the sound
of your instrument's voice.
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