but

i am become a wordless chorus,
singing silent songs with pursed lips
into the palms of my hands–

finding comfort in the sweet scent
of freshly showered skin,
and in the softness thereof;

breathing lost melodies loosed on breezes
wafting through closed windows,

discovering solace in the s u s u r r a t i o n s of sated sleepers
in lieu of my muted murmurings–

i am become a wordless chorus,
for you have taken my lyrics with you to the grave
and left me to grieve in silence.

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