Silent Noise

I miss
His eyes
And the way
They looked
Into mine

As my chin
Rested on his
Forefinger
Everything he felt,
Touched…
Kissed…
Was divine.

But I don’t miss his words
Blades, they were
Sticks and stones
They broke my bones
My soul, my smile.

Silent noise,
Discordant symphony
Loving and unloving,
One thin line.

I miss
His eyes…

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