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written by: Sean D. Layton




was never part of our repertoire.

Now we master

uncomfortable silences.

No practice needed.


Once kindred skin

now separated

by the infinite gulf

of a couch cushion.

I lied when I said it didn’t matter.


It’s years since you smiled with meaning.

A lifetime since I bludgeoned

what mattered

with feathery hammer blows

of ruinous silence.

Sean D. Layton

Sean D. Layton

Sean Layton would like to publish a book at some point and figures reincarnation is his best bet. He posts a mix of cautionary tales and creative writing on his blog Tales from the Land Manatee.
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