Oct 18, 2011


Wet, autumn air smells of you
for a moment
I forget.
The silence after your constant
chatter halts me,
I remember again
your absence.

You haunted me all day
to punish
or exonerate
Loss, like sadness,
but more penetrating,
reminiscent of past sadness.
Self induced confusion:
freedom from burden
often feels cumbersome
I assume at least at first.

It wasn't your fault
you were that way all along,
it was in the reaction that
sent you away
and you are gone now.
My tears replace your voice.

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