Sight and Silence

03 Dec

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Sight and Silence

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I asked her if she was a gypsy because of the way she moved

and the direction that she sought

She asked me whether I was a vagabond by way of dress

address, and the way I looked at her

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We had sight and we had silence

and everything else that we could ask for

wasn’t necessary

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A friend found a way to thin himself through drink

We visited him through the fleeting hospital hours

and every tube replaced by stern looking nurses

and the suit that fit after a couple of years

and the ceremony that was solemn and full of appreciation

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No one can touch you like I can, she said

Sweet as grenadine

and I agreed because I was supposed to

and I never asked who she meant by that

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I never asked anything again

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