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you weren’t here last night
to hear if I had something to say
not that I did
but that doesn’t matter
it isn’t the point, anyway
I took a stroll through empty rooms
and talked to myself out loud
some nonsense, not about anything
a break in the absence of sound
I’m watching how slowly
the soul of this place
is shifting
without you around
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it’s whatever it is that hasn’t been said
it’s the look that was missed
that expressed what was meant
it’s what you were thinking
after you walked out
and the silence that followed
draped in undeniable clout
lives weave a pattern
underneath a visible shroud
don’t hesitate to notice
don’t ever forget
it’s not what we think
it’s what needs to be said

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