Absence

I listen to the silence
Where laughter used to be
As the record spins
Absent bodies move further from me
Elation only ever comes in moments
Then it runs away
I can hear the sobbing
Where the church bells use to sing
And I can hear the bullets rip out
As they hit me one by one
Death trails joy
No longer a fair trade
A treasure worn
Then locked and submerged to her grave
My heart sags on a torn sleeve
The ripples so heavy on the surface
Camouflage the rocks sleeping underneath us
If I could hop on the dragons back
I’d fly away
But the camels thirsting in the desert
And I think he’s lost his way

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