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37. Silent night

The sky is blacker than the darkest hour.
Nothing is moving outside.
I sit in this deep silence and think of you.
Your face is etched deep into the shadows of my mind.
Every memory of your voice sings softly to me as I sit still,
not moving,
barely breathing.

Should I survive this night?
Should I go to sleep and wake up to a better morning,
even though you are not here beside me anymore?

It rained all day.
The roads are wet.
The cats sit huddled in the corner,
not moving,
barely surviving.

©Brindology 2016

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