“The Sound Isn’t Working”
Now I see.
Over your head.
Voice memos.
Every last one of them.
Memories recorded forever.
Bracing for impact.
Even when you die.
Rather when I do.
For when I’m no longer here.
Other than the death,
Unlike any other,
Rich sounds and laughter
To be heard from your ears.
Heard without any sound coming out.
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