its piercing, this silent sound
this empty ringing left behind
by the absence of bustle from a busy day.
it is the echo of life, a cherished hollow
a form made of the memories
not to be lingered on for long
lest the life that made them fade
and you forget their purpose.
— 3/1/10 – 97 #favorite


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