I close my eyes and drown out
the sound of goodbye
pretending silence
is kinder than the truth
I tell myself this ache
will soften with time
that absence
is just another word for rest
but the quiet keeps your shape
lingers where your laughter used to be
and every unspoken thing still hums
a low tide pulling at my ribs
asking me to remember
what I’m trying to release
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Happy new year
Happy New Year to you too!
Beautiful in description, …quietness, …much sought after, but once found we tend to reflect, on the noise held within,…✨
Thank you, Penn ❤️
Beautifully written. You can rename pain, but you can’t relocate it. “Low tide pulling at my ribs” – so good. Well done!
Ahh, yes, that is true about pain. You can bury it deep, but it knows where to find you. Thank you very much, happy to see you here again 🙂
Beautifully done, my friend.
Happy New Year! 🎊
Thanks, love! Happy New Year!
love the lingering laughter!
Happy New Year 🥳🎉🌟
Happy New Year!
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Ahhh, Jennifer!! I so love the way you have with words, winding and weaving them into such a masterful work of art!!! One that reaches out and touches my heart. Pulling back the curtain on the struggle the heart and soul has with the mind that wants to “forget and move on”, not wanting to relive or remember the memories of the past that the heart and soul wants to keep alive. Bellissimo, Jennifer, Bellissimo!!!
Chuck 😁🎁💖💕🌹
Ahh, Chuck, you’re the best! Thank you for the sweetest comments!
Well, what can I say? Masterful poems deserve and earn Sweet Comments! That’s a poet’s reward isn’t it?
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