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Nothing hurts more than silence.

The way it reverberates through my skull and gnaws on my eardrums.

The way it chokes me out —like trying to catch my breath through a straw.

My mind plays high pitched volumes of white noise when the familiar sound of you escapes my ears.

When communication is lost — abandoned.

Words, unspoken.

Actions, undone.

Poems, unfinished.

The sound of nothingness creates a sort of painful tranquility.

The absence of dialogue gives me cotton mouth and my keen lips crave the taste of conversation.

I seek meaning out of blankness.

Remembering the sweet taste of passion from the corner of your mouth.

Feeling the warmth of your memory on my cold skin.

Embracing raw emotion as it ripples across my porous surface

Watching your presence settle in the distance

Listening as the silence takes over.