December 17, 2010
Restless eyes,
Yearning darkness
Where you reside,
And countless thoughts
Wonder by.
Will the sun be different tomorrow?
Will my eyes see you again?
Will your hair remain the same?
In the midst,
We find ourselves
Wishing for an end
To questions best left unanswered.
Listen to the silence.
Listen to my breath.
Wish for answers
That never come.

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