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Apr 2013
Too Quiet

This house is too quiet
Too sad
Too cold
I walk across a dimly lit room
I can hear the floor creaking beneath my feet
I can hear birds singing songs outside
Nobody sings inside
Steady sullen silence
Nobody sings inside
This house is too quiet
Too sad
Too cold
Did I do something wrong?
Stupid question
Can you forgive me?
Better question
I ask you to sit down and listen
You can't wait to leave the room
Why won't you talk to me?
Are you afraid?
Have you heard it all before?
Did I do something wrong?
Can you forgive me?
This house is too quiet
Too sad
Too cold
I remember when we were best friends
We could talk about anything
We could talk about nothing
Nobody talks anymore
Steady sullen silence
Nobody sings inside
I am singing inside
I am smiling inside
I want you to sing
I want you to smile
This house is too quiet
Too sad
Too cold
Matthew P Beron
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Matthew P Beron  LaCrosse, WI
(LaCrosse, WI)   
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