sometimes the silence

sometimes the silence
is ever threatening
choking off the airway
right before the last breath
and isn’t it inconvenient 
how everything seems to darken
dim compared the bright
octave of your voice
of your laugh
of your smile
sometimes there are whispers
breaking the noiseless air
and that too chokes 
like fingers curled too tight
against warm skin
now idle melodies try
to keep the quiet memories 
away

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