you are the echo in places after everyone's sound has gone.
you are the reluctant resonance in air between breaths.
you are the leaving that's overstayed its welcome.
you are the racket in deprivation of company.
you are the uproar after music has ceased.
you are the chord eternally reappearing.
you are reverberations of want, of lack.
you are sweet tinnitus in every hush.
you are every absent reoccurrence.
you are epitomes of entirety.
your gale still lingers.
but you do not.
you do not.
you do.
not.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
you are the echo in places after everyone's sound has gone.
you are the reluctant resonance in air between breaths.
you are the leaving that's overstayed its welcome.
you are the racket in deprivation of company.
you are the uproar after music has ceased.
you are the chord eternally reappearing.
you are reverberations of want, of lack.
you are sweet tinnitus in every hush.
you are every absent reoccurrence.
you are epitomes of entirety.
your gale still lingers.
but you do not.
you do not.
you do.
not.
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