It was never spoken
Or written in word
No secret spilled
Or story heard.
Just the known
And needed distance
No anger helping
Just required resistance.
It’s not in the need
Or even the want
Just in what it is
Nothing to flaunt.
A loneliness so deep
An appreciation shared
Connection natural
For those who cared.
While what is known is real
Silence a permanent ache
Ignore the presence
For survival’s sake.
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