“Running Time” by Victor Bezrukov
After the brutal way you departed
after the forgotten goodbye’s never said
after horror’s realization would not go away
after there was nothing left to enjoy
after the laughter fell silent and mute
after the sadness collected day upon day
after the spaces fell hauntingly empty
after the familiar grew distant and dead
after our time together faded far to the past
after the bitter taste of grief stung my lips
after the loneliness mounted unbearingly
after your memory spilled through my fingers too fast
I did not think you could go deaf in the quiet
I did not think sorrow would burrow in so far
didn’t think the screams in my head would turn to riot
nor did I know how deeply this silence would scar
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rob kistner © 2022
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