Saturday, February 4, 2023

Dark glasses

Sitting in the silence

of your absence I

Never realized how much

noise your presence made

the sounds of little movements

breathing, being

and now

Rooms become backdrops

Nights drag on, hours crawl up to me

Then the next day comes without mercy

Sometimes grief sits down

anticipating

its next move

 

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