The silence around me echoes in voices unheard.
I know it is silence because noise once was there.
Its absence leaves a streak of grey
colored only by a replacement tide of change
which bury instead of mending past, dead things.
And then, in a brief moment of joy I am caught up in the spinning of the clock and chime
but when it passes, silence returns
and I am once again
alone.
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