Tuesday, 11 August 2026

Less and less to say

it bogs my head, somehow, 
and although I know it shouldn't, 
I am worried that 
each passing day, 
I have less and less words to say, 
and mostly to you, 
as such, our conversations are 
limited to how-are-yous - nothing more 
even then I don't anticipate your replies 
like i used to 
What's there to look forward to 
when silence is better? 
It no longer bogs me, too, 
to imagine you with someone else.
In fact, I'd encourage you to 
as though a burden will be lifted 
off my shoulders one last time 
for you won't look for me, 
for in doing so, you'll breach a wall of
silence, 
a wall I have hanged pictures of
perfect solitude 

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