Has the Night
talked you into
sleeping
without me?
What about me?
I do not hear
the promises
Silence makes.
The floor feels cold
against my feet;
I need shoes
to end sensation.
The creaking bed
has but
no blood
to offer me.
I do not die.
I live
in vain
without you.
Silence hurts
the most
when it
talks about you.
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