Rare Things

Silence in my empty home;

I like a little background sound.

I feel a little less alone,

with the TV on, I’ve found.

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True joy on your smiling face;

your mouth grins easily enough,

but my eyes find no single trace

of happiness-I call your bluff.

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Rain, here in this desert town;

when it fell, you’d dance with me.

Now, when it comes tumbling down,

I’m still soaked, but missing our glee.

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Kindness in the words we trade;

once, we spoke in love’s language-

now we talk in tongues like blades,

relish in the other’s anguish.

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Love in your eyes, when they find mine;

eyes can’t lie the way words do;

we say the three, false gifts on shrines,

knowing full well they’re not true.

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Things once common, now so rare,

I scarce can recall how they felt-

our icy castle in the air,

once our haven, now does melt.

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