My whole life listening to music
And now, the sounds drowned in silence.
I can hear my heart - it's always been there, beating
but I never noticed it til just now.
My whole life is a mirror,
I'm nothing more than me.
Writing poetry by myself, about myself
Listening to music and schoolchildren on friday afternoons.
Thinking,
laughing occasionally,
Remembering to bring my car keys before you close the door.
My whole life will end
like light as it approaches and is swallowed by
a black hole - insipid, uncaring
as a young couple making love,
a door ajar, a baby rests in the crib.
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