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the silence in me

sighs

even though

I know your own silence

is likely work related

and to its own self cries

still

I feel that vanquished void

of emptiness

how swiftly she comes to sit beside me

I lived before in my many years of not knowing

and was alright to some degree

in that prolonged ignorance

but once something is realized

and so deeply felt

its impossible to

be set aside

until its rightful day

these indeed

must be

the dues we must first pay

let us not forget the price of

such ache shared

the heart must endure

whatever the preoccupied thoughts

select to wander through

so to harvest memories they

repeatedly attempt to procure

wringing out what few

drops of happiness

they can get from

the just remembering

that love that was always

suspected

really is there

just waiting

suspended

until 'Our Day' is granted

and it's to that very

belief

I tenaciously hang on

as I know you do as well................

(Dec. 13, 2009 303pm)