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“You okay?” He asks,
“Swell”, my reply,
While wistfully staring,
And wondering why

He’d bother to ask,
Does he really care?
Or is it just habit,
Because I am there.

Time spent together,
In silence, creeps by.
No matter how much,
I just no longer try

To engage conversation,
From one, far away,
Who turns off the chatter,
Doesn’t hear what I say.

Perhaps it is me,
Who doesn’t quite hear
The words, left unsaid,
Though, the meaning is clear

So I bury myself,
In a place, tucked away
Where the silence is deafening,
But the Lord hears me pray.


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