The Man Who Wasn't There

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Perhaps I didn’t understand it
Or maybe I remembered wrong.
Though music seemed familiar, I yet
Confused the lyrics of some song
While mother listened to the tune, she
Recites the words – a different story
And acts as if he didn’t care
Called him, “The man who wasn’t there.”
But still, that’s not how I think of him:
A symphony’s what I recall
A gleaming jet held me enthralled
That morning his perfect, adroit trim.
Mom heard the silence when he’s gone
I heard his harmony at dawn.

 

 
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Trigger 49, Onegin Stanza