Listening to Silence

March 8, 2008
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If she stayed,
just one extra heart beat.
I would have opened up-
as a tulip when sunshine
carries clouds away
after a tremendous thunder storm.
Rain spits. Sky lightens.
Tulips undamaged externally;
internally weeping.

No yelling this time;

only sorrow in these hazy eyes
speaking words not spoken.

For now, hand ticks,
clock hangs and time counts.
Tension- flowing imaginarily,
but seen through hydrated eyes
is a dagger cutting our hearts.
Tearing through raw innocence.
Searing.


A pain, a pulse, a memory: never fading-
Sisters by blood.
Friends by choice.





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