Keep glib quotations away from me

Remove patronising soporific poetry


I don’t care for prayers


Nothing satisfies or placates me

in your inevitable absence


I still rise early to greet you

to make you laugh and tell you stories


To hear the sound of your voice


I ‘m afraid of forgetting the sound of your voice

I think I’ve forgotten the sound of your voice


There are no heavenly bells

or eternal sanctuaries where you reside



You are dust


All I’m left with 

is silence

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