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There is a quiet now that was not before,

Not a quiet in the sounds I hear but a quiet in the mind.

A quiet that only came after the screams.

Those screams although painful were necessary,

Who am I if not you?

What smile would I wear if not yours,

What name would I bear if you had not said it so,

Which questions would I ask if not for your answering,

Which colors would I crave?

Within me there is an unrelinquished and defiant need to be beautiful.

The beauty that isn’t portrayed through someone who must see.

Nor even by lights set most dim.

My beauty isn’t spun or turned, 

When I set foot on the shadow of my idea-turned-choice, I realized that I had willed something I wasn't able to believe into something I could no longer refrain from knowing.

It was then that I smelled air I knew from another world.

Lies are the empty space which fills bottles to brim spilling anything of our substance.

Omissions are spots which the rust concurs our Vessel which ends up broken on the ocean floor.

I do believe that there is an ache in my body that breathes and comes to life when you disappear.

I do believe in the fairytale world of us you would be him and I her.