September 1, 2007
Our voices sputtered and died Candle flames that followed The curling blackened wick To flicker out In pooling wax Leaving a chill darkness Yes, our voices caught Silence fell uneasy Heavy hung with Shadow shades of meaning When we speak again We tread softly around The place where silence fell In darkness our souls Lay bare to each other

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