A Line

A line
Stretching from me to you
Taut,
Pulled,
Thrumming,
A song played across its width
It starts out sweet, slow,
Joy and mirth,
Dimming, changing, dropping key
Until it rings with grief,
Bittersweet on the ears,
A muffled note the ending
Vibrating into eternity
Until it rests, at last, quiet,
In the grave
With you.

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