Does stillness echo in the heart of quietness?
Beating rhythmically churning old memories
Into new shapes of pain, soundlessly stealing time
Writing its wrinkles under big broad smiles.
I miss you more
after you left.
Your shadow still lingers in the light of my day
Your words bounce off the walls
Of my emotions, and I reach for your touch
My skin crackles with the urge of wanting
How do I know you feel the same way?
Although, I know, you do.
The same signals that separate us
Also bind us. Why is that so?
Why does a stranger have to write my longing
In his words?
How does she see underneath the pulse
Of my sentences?
What makes her
Understand me
Completely?
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,2 months ago
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