As soon as the hush falls,
In every lifeless lull,
Your name repeats in my ears.
Memories of you
both fond and fatal,
flash and flicker
On an endless loop in my mind,
Like an old TV in a store front window.
The picture is blurry and wavy
And the sound undermined by a hiss.
I should move on.
But
I stop and listen;
Stand and stare;
Until my ears ring,
My eyes sting,
Until the hush lifts,
The lull is dismissed
By someone on the street who asks
What are you looking at?
Are you OK?
I point
But they see only a window.
I walk on in the rain.
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