Tacit – September 23, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

What do we know,

What are we told?

When it gets quiet

And no one’s talking

We are left

Alone

To lay in silence.

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20 thoughts on “Tacit – September 23, 2020”

      1. You’re welcome my friend – I love this one.

        Questions I have often asked myself but could never express as beautifully as you’ve done here.

        Intense and dark yet some how light and wistful at the same time. Stunning.

        Jealous I didn’t write this one 🖤🖤

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      3. Here… Some days it feels as though I’ve laid in silence my whole life. I think the light that shines through must be the little bit of my mom I have carried with me because the dark is all me. I am sorry you’ve lied there too, but I guess in a way we will all lie in this spot at one time or another.
        I very much enjoy our differences in writing style, I think sometimes we are saying very similar things…I do believe you are braver than me ♥️

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  3. Some days it feels as though I’ve laid in silence my whole life. I think the light that shines through must be the little bit of my mom I have carried with me because the dark is all me. I am sorry you’ve lied there too, but I guess in a way we will all lie in this spot at one time or another.

    I very much enjoy our differences in writing style, I think sometimes we are saying very similar things…I do believe you are braver than me ♥️

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