I did not hear your cries as I wrenched a thousand words from my breast,
nor your protestations as my eyes recalled yet another deep magenta sky.
I did not see your tears of frustration as I marvelled at the world,
singing at snow angels and harbouring the winter chill.
I did not feel your heartbeat leave mine as the russets fell
nor did I hear you call my name over my frustrated sighs and readily tempered ego.
I did not notice your silence
until I saw you drowning as I described the water.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
I did not hear your cries as I wrenched a thousand words from my breast,
nor your protestations as my eyes recalled yet another deep magenta sky.
I did not see your tears of frustration as I marvelled at the world,
singing at snow angels and harbouring the winter chill.
I did not feel your heartbeat leave mine as the russets fell
nor did I hear you call my name over my frustrated sighs and readily tempered ego.
I did not notice your silence
until I saw you drowning as I described the water.
I can get a little distracted.
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