John the first
You call me on birthdays and bad days
To rehash the past and talk of our present
Together in heart but so far away
Your voice has the aroma
Of spring days on bicycles
sand and sea and first times
dusty carpet and weed
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Lovely! “Your voice has the aroma/Of spring days on bicycles” is really nice.