It's been seven months since I have last heard your voice,
your soft ticking; your pacing; the click of your mouse;
the way your mouth pressed
on the cigarette, pushing air out;
your descriptions of the moon: complementary and rotund;
the way your buttons popped off, ripped not undone;
the praise for your mother: a hardworking *****
the disdain for your father, doesn't matter which;
your sighs; your cries; how you **** in your cheeks;
it's been seven months and I have not heard a peep.
The noise I missed was when you left.
No ticks, no puffs, no descriptive monologues;
Yeah, you left like the sunshine in a
nuclear sky.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
It's been seven months since I have last heard your voice,
your soft ticking; your pacing; the click of your mouse;
the way your mouth pressed
on the cigarette, pushing air out;
your descriptions of the moon: complementary and rotund;
the way your buttons popped off, ripped not undone;
the praise for your mother: a hardworking *****
the disdain for your father, doesn't matter which;
your sighs; your cries; how you **** in your cheeks;
it's been seven months and I have not heard a peep.
The noise I missed was when you left.
No ticks, no puffs, no descriptive monologues;
Yeah, you left like the sunshine in a
nuclear sky.
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