Gone Too Far listen

This imposed
hush deafens,
thunder in a pause
that is years
wide.

Still, something
like water striders
dimple the surface
with evaporating
footprints.

I know you
are nearby.

It must have been
words that failed
us; I no longer
remember what
was pronounced.

We, who grew
so aroused by
hidden meanings,
could not express
enough.

Now the quiet
speaks for it-
self, something
like a grand
piano.

Effusive and
rhapsodic,
the vacant
air knells in
lost canyons.

After awhile,
the emptiness
erases even
forgiveness.

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