Another day. “I can almost touch the silence”
In an empty house, in all that you didn’t want
It keeps me company, sedating your absence
I’ve gotten used to forget. I betray with vaunt

All went, my spent gave me: photo as ember
Time is a memory and I no longer remember
…every other room vanished without a trace
And all the leftovers are the pieces of a case

Yep! Remembrance is like a CD put in repeat
Skipping by the blaring & fading by the heat
(On & On) …The end is unknown to compare
As, that start …delays… the when and where

© Ricardo Sexton


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