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  • Music floods the living room
    A tsunami of sound to push away
    The uncomfortable silence we share
    a silence that grows wider, the chasm of quiet
    that makes me scream inside

    The computer screen is friendlier than the couch
    When did we stop talking less about feelings and dreams
    and start talking more about chores and fears?

    What do you want and
    why don't I know the answer?
    For that matter, what do I want?
    I thought it was you, this, us

    But that was back when we had things to talk about
    When we stored up words in our memory
    for sharing, like wine, with each other
    Made our conversations a sacred space
    Back when we were on speaking terms
    before coexistence took over

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