The Down Hours

The down hours and the down days

The click and ring of a spoon in a cup

The silence after

Like the silence before

The down moments

The shock of empty

The rising panic

Stemmed by moving

Breathing

Uttering a few words to an old and ever empty room

Where when you return everything is how it was and will still be however many times you leave it

And come back

And try the silence with

The click and the ring of a spoon in an empty cup through

The down hours and the down days

The long seconds

The small noises

The coming

And going

Into the ever same

Into the ever same

Into the always and ever same

Into the always and ever same

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