The Silence Where I Thought You’d Be

He has not spoken to me — and still,

I wonder if he ever will; I hope so,

The dream world leaks into waking hours — its borders blurred,

Its whispers tangled in my thoughts,

I thought I knew the difference — but I was deceived,

He has not talked to me yet, and still, I wait — dearly, silently, like a question lingering without a voice.

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The reality is now broken,

The dream world begins when I no longer dream at all,

And when I wake, I must face the ghosts — the nightmares,

Yet I cannot tell which is the dream; and which is real,

I wonder if I ever will,

In the hollow quiet of my daily nothingness, I see him,

But he has not talked to me yet. I hope he is fine, wherever he is.

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A part of me is now gone,

And never coming back;

I keep searching for the dimension where this could still be false,

As part of me wants it to be so,

He has not spoken to me,

But I see him every day,

A part of him lives in the mirror,

Winking back at me like he always did,

As if to say, everything will be okay!

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All these years, I was caught up in life,

Busy with moments that pulled me away,

…and now I would trade everything — for just one minute with him,

A quiet morning; sharing coffee and saying nothing,

An evening spent watching TV and gossiping about everyone else,

But such chances come only a few times,

You must grasp them when they appear,

I crave the company I once knew,

The warmth I certainly had back then,

But he has not talked to me yet.

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He has not spoken to me — and yet,

I still see him every now and then,

Why do my nights no longer whisper dreams?

And just when I thought I would see him once more in a dream,

The visions unravel — scattered, unclear,

My mind forgets before I even wake,

And when I believe he will finally speak,

I rise; and the dream dissolves; leaving nothing behind,

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But I see him every day,

A part of him lives in the mirror,

Winking back at me like he always did,

As if to say, everything will be okay!