Because the “how to” book
has not arrived,
I’m still here, my life a noose
my neck cannot unloosen-
if I move it to the left
or to the right you are still nowhere
in sight and the sounds of you
are just my own. Today,
you moved and unlisted your phone-
the path ends quick and quiet.
I’ve put out a tablespoon
but as yet don’t know the mix
that will do the trick-
lift me off the hook of this
life and let me go into the silence
that is now your voice.
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