My head echoing

with the roar of

silent flashbacks (of us)

makes me wish and pray

or cross my fingers (and hope to die)

that I was deaf (on the inside)

Or perhaps I could find

that spot on my body (or yours)

where the pain gets in (and out)

and plug it closed

with a tear (and a smile)

copyright 2012 Steven Harz

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