I see the silence like no one else does
it hides
it settles in
my body soaks it up
and I let it circle me
I'm the Absence Whisperer
It is complete:
a clock's melancholy tick paces it
it shadows the rhythm
it ticks
it clicks
it pulses
it snickers
but still it makes not a sound
It lasts forever when it's ignored
but flits away when it's embraced
a wounded animal
wounding others
It renders me incapable
all action ceases
I don't want to disturb it
as it steals
as it hunts
as it leeches blood from my minutes
my seconds
my passing time here
each moment that escapes me, a great casualty
I hear their last requests
and make sure they are remembered, forever.
My forever.
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