The Shadow Where I Was

sometimes I wish that I spoke in code:
that way, when no one hears me,
it wouldn't be because
they just weren't listening,
or were too busy with other things;

sometimes I wish that I had no echo:
and that all of what I send out
dies just a few inches from me,
so that there is nothing to be heard;
lips moving, but no sound, how strange;

sometimes I wish that I was done
with this so-called life:
no more clatter, chatter, laughter or banter;
just silence,
and the shadow where I was.



January 4, 2009.

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