You sang for me
But not very well
You tried
But it was not for you
And you never lied
Never spoke of yourself
As some kind
Of professional
Never claimed
To be a master in her
Charlatan confessional
And it was adorable
When you laughed
On camera
At your own unmitigated
Singing disaster
But then something
In a forgotten place
In me offered up
Dusty
Old and disused words
That no longer
Sounded
Patently absurd
And that seemed
To catch me out the blue
As we looked
At your phone
And together
Laughed at you
And I realised then
That what I was doing
Was so much more
Than just laughing
I was hearing
You
And I was hearing
The air rush by
As I felt the
Free-fall
Into forgotten and
Abandoned words
And into
Forgotten feelings
Brought surprisingly
And sharply
To recall
While we were laughing
At you