Lost coins
What word
didn't I say?
No answer.
Being alone
should it make me crazy?
No answer?
How long since
I listened.
One illusion is
alone.
It comes to me in stray minutes,
like a bookmark you see.
Loneliness is response.
The condition is simply
silence.
If only I would listen.
I think still your voice,
waits finding, just there,
beneath the sofa cushions,
just there, beside lost coins.
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