The Nothing

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I read novels in your silences

Epic tales of lovers falling at your feet

Every outing writhing with temptation

Every return home, a fall onto a messy bed.

The longer you are away

The more the silence looms deeper

The chasm is full of things unsaid

Messages read, reread

Over and over and over.

Things that you might never tell me

Char my flesh

Soon I will be a burnt-out corpse

Waiting. Hating . Hating me. Hating you.

Then suddenly I hear the ping.

‘I had no signal…sorry.’

(c) Slumpless

 

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