There is a silence
that does not ache.
A quiet that does not ask
to be filled.
It stays beside me,
soft as breath,
warm as a hand resting
without need.
And I
I am no longer waiting
to be whole.
There is a silence
that does not ache.
A quiet that does not ask
to be filled.
It stays beside me,
soft as breath,
warm as a hand resting
without need.
And I
I am no longer waiting
to be whole.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
Wonderful ♥️
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