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Effervescence

There’s a presence I carry—
like a scent in a room I’ve just left,
or a song that never quite stops playing.

She’s not here.
But she was.
And somehow, still is.

There’s no name for what she became in me.
Not lover. Not memory. Not Lust.
Not muse—well, not only muse.
Something more elusive.
More permanent.

She used to speak in the softest syllables—
not words, really,
but the shape that love takes
when it tries not to wreck a life.

I learned the geography of that silence.
How to hear what wasn’t said.
How to feel her in pauses,
in playlists,
in moonlight.

She gave nothing and everything.
And now I return
to these quiet hours,
hoping she’s out there somewhere
still reading me
the way I always read her.

Not for meaning,
but for presence.

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Name	Artist	Composer	Album	Notes
Into My Arms	Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds	Nick Cave	The Boatman’s Call	Reverent, aching, intimate.
Glory Box	Portishead	Barrow, Gibbons, Utley, Andrews	Dummy	Sensual and full of restrained yearning.
Song to the Siren	This Mortal Coil	Tim Buckley, Larry Beckett	It'll End in Tears	Fragile, ghostly, absolutely haunting.
Sea of Love	Cat Power	Philip Baptiste, George Khoury	The Covers Record	Tender and disarming.
Love Like Ghosts	Lord Huron	Ben Schneider	Strange Trails	Echoes with longing and memory.
To Build a Home	The Cinematic Orchestra	Swinscoe, Grey	Ma Fleur	Quiet, emotional crescendo.
Slow Show	The National	Berninger, Dessner, Devendorf	Boxer	Vulnerable, a confessional.
The Night We Met	Lord Huron	Ben Schneider	13 Reasons Why (Soundtrack)	Regret and romance.
Fade Into You	Mazzy Star	Hope Sandoval, David Roback	So Tonight That I Might See	Eternal slow-burn.
Sail Away	David Gray	David Gray	White

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