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Aug 2016
The silence is the worst part.

Silence after the storm, when all is eerie quiet
and you wonder if it would be too clichΓ©
to wander out and survey the damage, murmuring platitudes
to nameless neighbors

Silence in the night, as you lay awake
and the shock of a train whistle like a dying candle
echoing in your head long after
the train has gone

Silence when you ask them if everything feels wrong
and your breath won’t come in the hour-long seconds
before they answer you, it does
the world is falling apart

Realizing that I loved you, but was not
in love with you, was the worst
of all heartbreaks.
Evelyn Culwch
Written by
Evelyn Culwch  Aberdeen
(Aberdeen)   
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