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You

I can feel my heart beat
in the quiet night,
past the faint ringing
that never quite leaves
(courtesy of Les Paul Jr.,
a tube amp,
and too much anarchy)

I hear the occasional car —
the faint sound of rubber on road
and seven different electric hums
surrounding me in a chorus
of quiet power.

Eyes closed,
I pull images of you to me —
I smile
I stop smiling
I swallow past a lump in my throat
made of questions,
no answers,
the terrible imaginings of silence,
and you.

You should be lying next to me.