## P05 The Silence of absence

I can hear you, Silence.  
You are the sound of absence.  
I miss you, my friend.  
Silence won't end.  

I hear your voice echoing.  
I don't know where I'm going.  
Everything is depopulated.  
The house feels devastated.  

I can hear your footsteps,  
in the stairs, with no effects.  
I can't see you anymore,  
or hear you at the door.  

Some sing the sound of silence.  
For me, it's the choir of absence.  
There's no Simon or any lady,  
to make me soon ready.  

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