The Voice of Angels
Singing
Praises
And
Glory
And
Honor
And
I will never
Love her
I did
I love another
I think
She does
Likewise
We never talk
We both
Have memories
Of
Laughter
And
Singing
Along with the
Car radio
Loudly
And
Off key
And
Being intoxicated
By
Being ourselves
And
Old photographs
Are enough