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About This Poem
No Trace
there are questions I want to ask you
but you are not here
you cannot hear them
and even if you could
there are no answers
for the night is black with no sound
black with no trace of light
blacker than black has ever been
before God made the moon
before God made the stars
before God made the sun
there is blackness that cannot be undone
and the questions that I need to ask
have no place to land
and
they
fall
next
to
you
in
dead
silence
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