in silence
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The wind
would be new
to my side
when I go walking.
My jokes
would hang
in stillness.
The words
passed between us
would lie
on my chest
at night.
And
I would never know
the nothing
that was wrong,
yet had you crying
when I came home tonight.
1988
poem copyright © 1988 mark gilbert gadzikowski
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