Laughter would ring around me.
Your simple voice, always complaining and joking.
Excitement weaved in and out of your voice.
Your face always smiling and joking.
The emotions played through your eyes.
You were always within sight.
All this, a ghostly past.
Only silence remains.
Not the contemplative, content silence I know.
This is hollow and empty.
Your face is not here to see.
Your voice doesn't fill my ears.
Silence.
There is silence as I wait for you.
Patiently, alone,
Silent.
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