Silence

You are the noise

She & I created together.

You are the missed heartbeat

When she said yes,

And the disbelief

After she said I’m leaving.

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You are the tear left unshed

A sanctuary for my sorrow

You are the space where there’s always a seat

You are the music along which my songs flow.

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You are the temple for our incomplete story

You are where I go to feel.

Foe and friend,

You counsel me whenever I lose my words

And haunt me when she loses hers.

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You are scales I can never balance

You bring gifts of ideas

You hold answers

And you withhold them.

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So I run to you

and from you

Yet always I land on your doorstep

Humble, wretched, or overjoyed.

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You creep up amidst noise

And yet roar louder

in quiet.

Silence, you are the home she and I shared,

Silence—the chasm between us.

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