A Little Too Quiet
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It's a little too quiet now,
I can no longer hear his voice.
And yet, the sound of his laughter
is still prevalent in my dreams.
He died; his soul is in heaven;
it's a little too quiet now.
And all that I took for granted,
morphed into precious memories.
His final goodbye broke my heart;
and I could hear myself screaming.
It's a little too quiet now;
and the silence is deafening.
I pray to a merciful God;
to keep him alive in my thoughts.
I'm used to hearing his heartbeat;
it's a little too quiet now.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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