the absence is a presence is the difference.
the reminder of all and how and what could be.
I hear white noise
and think of you
not because of the way
the silence proves you're absence
but because of the way
your presence rang
like a bell through hollow shells
tied to strings in the wind
but the difference being
the sound pierced through
along the path I took.
And it hit me along the way.
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