Nothing to say,
t'old lady thinks,
must draw my curtains tight,
like my mother did, for the dead.

Voices in my head
commune with the dead
a wind roaring inside my head
the silence I dread.

Old kindnesses fail me
again
he just faded away,
my Eddie did

Everything is looser now
no ties or neighbours
alone in an empty house
I listen to tiny oceans
roar me to sleep

The days ahead empty
the years behind were our time
give us this day our daily bread

The beautiful bravado of childhood
of being small and young and free
quixotic, chimerical, strange, free
strange lines of time lie over me.

The evil of the moon persists
amidst these sounds of silence..

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