Does stillness echo in the heart of quietness?
by Marshall Gass
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
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