The Quiet

The statistics
take an accounting
but
without our spirits
remind us of possibilities
lost.

The stories
try to remember
but
without your touch
remind us of the distance
untranslated.

The silences
pretend to listen
but
without keeping company
remind us of the loneliness
gathering.

Easy
enough
to aspire to independence.
Reflections of myself.

Yet who will bear witness?
Share in the laughter?
And the weeping?

A brain
can be convinced
of anything,
while feelings can only be denied.

Rhythms of knowing.
Colors of understanding.
The shape of communion.

This longing returns for a visit
once again.

Misfits, freaks, and prophets,
weary of the waiting,
and reaching.
Resignation.

Rest.
Refocus.
Choose life.

Tomorrow,
we try again.

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