18 february 2013

silence is what you leave behind

what you say when you lie

what I hear when you speak


the image is dark

the frame cold and humid.


remembering doesn’t hurt,

it breaks me

hoping doesn’t uplift

it isolates me

living doesn’t fit

it kills me


it was when you spoke that all lit up and the day began.

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