Silence.
A break in darkness:
Another day.
The buzz grows
Quietly.
Mouths begin to
Move but to
Mention blank tea
Means nothing.
Silence.
Each hollow step
A ghost not there.
Every glance
A look right through me.
Wind blowing between
People,
Buildings.
Silence.
Not a word said,
Not a hand shaken,
Only thoughts
Passively held back,
Tears and the like.
Limbs of a tree
Still, an empty
Hollowed trunk.
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