Wednesday, July 7, 2010


He still can’t say your name
Without a quiver in his voice
As he wrestles with reality
Years spent like brothers
But never forgotten
Even the days he tries to block them out
He sits on a chair trying to cheer
In the place you two found joy
All he finds now is tears
And an empty seat beside him
Where you should be still
The room reaches 1000 decibels
And no matter how loud
The crowd becomes
A dark silence still beats through his ears
And stalls his breath
For it will never be the same
Without you

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