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Monday, October 29
Water alive with the heat of my exhalation
Dances across the sky toward the pavement below
And the rest of the world is silent
I am silent
The air is silent
And we sit, and breathe, and wait
Closing my eyes I can see
You walking down a hallway with no slippers on your feet
The tiles cold with the first frost of winter
Coffee in your hands
You shuffle through the kitchen, the hallway, the bedroom
Effortless, weightless, like you did as a girl on Christmas Day
The scent of the coffee waking the dead, the hardworking
Your family
Now, as will happen then, silence surrounds
A deafening roar of silence
He reaches for you,
Your heart
The coffee
And your lips
The heat is burning his hands, his soft hands
But he does not wince or exclaim
He holds your cup in his own way
Kissing you, and sending your spirit to an angle northward
And I wonder, when I see you there
Why is it so silent?
Dances across the sky toward the pavement below
And the rest of the world is silent
I am silent
The air is silent
And we sit, and breathe, and wait
Closing my eyes I can see
You walking down a hallway with no slippers on your feet
The tiles cold with the first frost of winter
Coffee in your hands
You shuffle through the kitchen, the hallway, the bedroom
Effortless, weightless, like you did as a girl on Christmas Day
The scent of the coffee waking the dead, the hardworking
Your family
Now, as will happen then, silence surrounds
A deafening roar of silence
He reaches for you,
Your heart
The coffee
And your lips
The heat is burning his hands, his soft hands
But he does not wince or exclaim
He holds your cup in his own way
Kissing you, and sending your spirit to an angle northward
And I wonder, when I see you there
Why is it so silent?
