Quiet

The kind of quiet you can’t understand
Without closed eyes
And weightless hands
No security in
Intertwinement
Just the echo of a heartbeat
Before your decision
A tender idea
Without closed eyes
We see a world more perfect than
Tiny hands can grasp and I
Find comfort in the intertwine
The days that I
Knew the quiet.

M.

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