Over night

Not a hurricane,

just some wind – stronger than ever before.

A storm perhaps.

That came and passed.

I looked around.

Everything was wrecked, turned upside-down

broken, torn or missing.

I looked inside. Everything inside me was still.

Quieter than ever before.

There was silence as an afterthought.

There was a smell.

Of things gone.

There was the opening

of an empty space

that had once been full. Absence.

Memory overlapping the present.

Mirage of the past idle atop remains.



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