tick tock (memories) silence

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When you realize you can never really have pure silence.

Submitted: December 23, 2013

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Tick, tock

Drip

Black. Darkness.

Perfect night sky draping over my loneliness.

Tick, tock

Drip

"Hey. You okay?"

"I'm fine."

Tick, tock

Drip, drip

Numbness.

Small brutal surgical blade.

Tick, tock

Drip, sigh

Her perfect silhouette, I see throughout the dusk.

I imagine her imagining me.

Tick, tock

Drip, whimper, sigh

Soft, stale keys.

Smooth flowing fingers.

Tick, tock

Drip, whimper

"I dream about someone I've never met before."

"Me too."

Tick, tock

Grunt

Memories or dreams?

Dreaming or remembering?

Tick, tock

Sigh

The sun was warm.

I felt cold with you.

Tick, tock

Scream

"I could not love you for you could not love the way you could have loved me."

"I love you too."

Tick, tock

Drip

It was only just a dream.

Tick, tock

The way the world stops when you say something,

and I say something back.

 

Tick, tock

Warm painful feeling of blood. 

Tick, tock

I linger on the idea of loving you.

Tick, tock…

I remember the state I'm in.


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