Moving On
I did think of you today,
let the noise of the world
drown.
Allowed the quiet to poison you-
until your face was not so clear,
a droplet on glass,
the tiniest hurricane
that could have been a
hallucination.
There may be a sliver of evil
in the silence,
but there is happiness too.
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