The blanket of silence extinguishes all about them. All closed down, and shut from residual stimuli
They look at one another, faces glazed with the sheen of a game show title sequence
The dog barks its loudest sigh, then curls up to sleep
Inside the machine, signals are received about the next great entertainment
And they press the remote.
Nothing
means
Anything
when
No-one
hears
The birthday came around again, a further step to
an eternity that they would spend apart.
The past had sent cards, flowers, words.
This year was thoughts, alone
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he stepped back into childhood like a warm bath. back to
the house and garden, the inside no longer brimming
with things that could or should be changed. a backdrop, then
to the memories which this time played outside,
stood by the in the garden, looking up, around, window to
window and across the old bricks.
And you
the great voyeur
action watching actions
or
navigating text
with eyes that
edit the
truth
meaning
and comments
of the others
a removed yet
jealous head
cracked
by the wait
and
the fall
your pardon
begged
once again
for this and any other
inconvenience
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a test.
Not this post. Thats just
an expression of the
keyboard
before it goes to the pub
No
This thought
that anyone is there
a test of belief
in oneself
and in reflection
Each of the frames
moments
caught in reflection in those spare
seconds
hands
touching the face, now that its
real
at least for a moment
and inside
voices
a radio heard
for those times
and these
and the future
another lie inter
up
said Ted.
disagreement to fine
and too avoided to be
missed
like yesterday
and the life before
Into and out
of the thoughts, she goes
ever present since
that first day
in memories, real
and faked, again
till ever more
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