You told me
all the things
you meant
for her

Your voice cracked
with unpracticed hope
and words
passed through ears
a silent whistle
as they latched unwanted
to memory

and maybe
she never heard them
joyless sonnets
constructed out of air
a comedy
built for silent laughs

Here and gone
after each one
and she and her
never heard a word

But they haunt
early morning dreams
and afternoon nightmares
nighttime silence
because one person

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