stare

up

at

the

dark

ceiling.

 

snow

softly

falling.

 

sound

of

nothing.

 

don’t

move.

 

don’t

change

a

thing.

 

don’t

change

a

thing.

 

i

don’t

want

to

wake

you

up.

 

i

don’t

want

to

listen

to

the

sound

of

your

voice

like

creaky

footsteps

like broken

branches

like

a graveyard

like

gunfire.

 

sun

rises

out

my bedroom

window.

 

baseboards

creak.

 

like ghosts.

 

no one

moves.

 

heartbeats

softly.

 

softly.

 

don’t

change one

precious thing.

 

not

anymore.

 

not

anymore.

 

not

anymore.

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