Quiet Night

On a quiet night
Thoughts become a whisper

The sound
A smile
A look
A walk
Conversation in a cafe

The screams of the streets
Silent now
Only the sound of paired feet
On a path
Stretching until the end of our time

I look for clues
of your presence
Finding them
I can smile
with joy
sadness

On a quiet night
Thoughts become a
whisper

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September 2013

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