Keeping busy

In the pre dawn hours

There is silence

Away from you, oh complex day

Is it that I miss you talking nonstop?

Or is this handwringing

Just my selfish fear of death

I vow to bury myself in you

To escape this screaming sound

Of empty peacefulness

That keeps me awake

Counting breaths

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