Ache

Steps crunch and scrape along the path.

Your synchronous melodies and symphonic signs —
Ghosts ring through the mind.

Dammed tears —
detained to keep you near.

But now the Quiet screams
and the song fades.

The crying birds and wind rustling trees.

Loneliness lapping upon the empty shore.

Ordinary cacophonies all.

This ache —
the swell of thunder and rain behind these eyes —
These dammed tears, will they ever cry.

If the levee gives —
the flood would wash it all away.

Damned tears… with the silence, will they ever dry?

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