Elizabeth
Above the ringing in my ear,
that silence plagues me with.
I can her her whispering,
standing out as a monolith.
It is strange that I hear her,
because a week it has been
since.
I found her in her bed, in a
pose that made me wince.
Is it just because I miss her, or
her wraith behind her door.
That is speaking so much, that
I hear her more and more.
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