Apr 24
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Visiting Hours

the cold clear window sits 
almost hanging in the air
heavy hearts
heavy heads
heavy eyes 
they try to stay awake
it's silent
it's dead silent 
there is no exchange
no exchange necessary 

a human, and the shell of one, 
stare blankly 
at a lost
for something
words? possibly
but possibly not 
it's silent 
it's deadly silence 
it will stay this way
they had nothing left to say to each other.