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after moderately basking in your presence
the lack of your being here is a cold, vaporous expanse.
speech is so meaningless to follow the waning vortex of your departure.
gathering impulse on your inconsequential absence,
this momentum may send me quickly towards the breaking waves,
and past, to be dragged down by the undertow.
so you a siren, unintentionally luring me out
with the silence of those words that fall between
that i do not hear except for their echoing in my own mind.

:: smw :: 080803 :: late.early.tired