without her

Kadan Baird
Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read

and then there was that time I forgot not to fall in love.

and what it sounds like to know you fucked up.

there’s a low hum.

it’s only there when she’s not.

it’s the opposite of music.

you can’t dance to it.

it’s the hum of the ground waiting for me.

i thought it was gone.

now it’s every day again, and louder than before.

but

it’s funny how things go on unexpectedly.

things don’t stop like you’d think they would.

and you wonder

how these minutes are so long now

and how many are left.

and you feel so gone

the only reason you know you’re still here

is that a ghost wouldn’t miss her.

not this much.

it’s going to be a long life

without her.

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Kadan Baird

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