I loathe the silences.
But
It’s been hours since,
We said goodbye,
And I seem to be stuck,
Hours ago,
In that silence I so loathe.
.....
......
‘Still there?’
You say,
somehow not breaking the spell.
‘I just....’
I start,
The sob stealing my sounds.
Shuddering breath,
‘I’m just not ready to let go, just yet.’
....
....
....
‘Holding on a little longer?’
....
....
‘Just a little while longer.’
...
And I sat
And savoured
That precious last silence
With you.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
I loathe the silences.
But
It’s been hours since,
We said goodbye,
And I seem to be stuck,
Hours ago,
In that silence I so loathe.
.....
......
‘Still there?’
You say,
somehow not breaking the spell.
‘I just....’
I start,
The sob stealing my sounds.
Shuddering breath,
‘I’m just not ready to let go, just yet.’
....
....
....
‘Holding on a little longer?’
....
....
‘Just a little while longer.’
...
And I sat
And savoured
That precious last silence
With you.
Breaking us that night on the hill. Missy Higgins- Where I Stood.
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