Her sound
is all but muted,
still, she carries around
the weight of yesterday.
My stunning beauty,
I love you,
even in this dark silence.
I can tell you now
I still remember
the ringing perfection
your bell made.
I’m nervous now
the hurt and pain
the loss of a mother,
and other things
have silenced your sound
forever perhaps.
I’m prepared
for a lifetime of convincing
I’ll take the photographs
because in that the way
it may just bring
your “diiinnnnggg”
back to me.
I’m careful now
not to touch or disturb,
it’s the second day now
me trying to convince you
to simply think about
making any sound at all.
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