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The silence greets me like an old friend I wanted to forget
both familiar and terrible in her memory of me.

I don't cry.
I just sit.
...quietly,
breathing her in as though her physical presence will somehow end the pain she's given.

The phone rests beside me
as if to say,
"Hey, how's it going? Remember me?
Yeah.
It's been awhile."

I wonder to myself if I'm going mad.
Surely, madness it must be-
to feel so completely and be overwhelmed with the knowledge of it.
Only madness could make such sense.

I stare at my computer, wondering what it might have to say on my dilemma.

Not surprisingly it says nothing.
No words cross its face, eager to greet me.
No one's home.

I lift the phone for one more chance,
fingers digging into the keys furiously, passionate with desire.
The hush is building, whispering in my ears,
threatening to envelope all in its wake.

I push the phone closer, pulse pounding its own erratic rhythm.
Breathing grinds to a halt.
I listen.

.
.
.

I let it out.
I let down the phone.
It seems the silence has something to say.

Description
The silence greets me like an old friend I wanted to forget
both familiar and terrible in her memory of me.

I don't cry.
I just sit.
...quietly,
breathing her in as though her physical presence will somehow end the pain she's given.

The phone rests beside me
as if to say,
"Hey, how's it going? Remember me?
Yeah.
It's been awhile."

I wonder to myself if I'm going mad.
Surely, madness it must be-
to feel so completely and be overwhelmed with the knowledge of it.
Only madness could make such sense.

I stare at my computer, wondering what it might have to say on my dilemma.

Not surprisingly it says nothing.
No words cross its face, eager to greet me.
No one's home.

I lift the phone for one more chance,
fingers digging into the keys furiously, passionate with desire.
The hush is building, whispering in my ears,
threatening to envelope all in its wake.

I push the phone closer, pulse pounding its own erratic rhythm.
Breathing grinds to a halt.
I listen.

.
.
.

I let it out.
I let down the phone.
It seems the silence has something to say.