Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Rhythm of the Void

I see a rocking rhythm to
the noise in the void
between where you once
stood and where you
now choose to stay.

The waves of passivity pass
Softly through this empty space
Like ripples echoing through the
Air like siren songs—calling me
To forget you.

And I smell a sweet freedom
I never knew before.
There’s whimsy in my step and
A shimmer to my grin.
The silence sings a simple song—
One I boogie to with zest.

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