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Jan 2013
The noise goes out.
And the silence creeps in.
One more night with the realization
That I am still alone.
Forever?
Who’s to say?
For now.
That’s for sure.
The friends all leave.
But your memories stay.
So vivid they’re haunting.
The nights in the rain.
The days spent in bed.
Without you here I’m a ghost of our past.
When did you go?
Why did you go?
Some questions with no answers.
Was it because you needed to?
Or was it because you needed an escape from me?
These questions pour in.
And make the silence so loud.
I’m done searching for answers in my nightmares.
It’s your turn for that now.
Written by
Rodney Adams
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