January 13, 2011
Your silence resonates.
It echoes against the walls, the ceiling,
And the very foundation of this home that was once
Staring into blankness,
Into the dark;
Although that’s not what I’m afraid of.
The only thing to comfort me through my sleepless nights is the
Uneven sound of my short breaths
And my tears as they fall to their peril.
A seemingly endless stream of fates.
The warm hand that was once there against my own
Seems to be replaced by the empty air.
My mind runs in circles,
Over and over again.
Thinking of you,
Of the past,
Of now,
Of the future,
Until it ceases thinking anything at all.

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