and everything else just went unseen
until the silver lining colored over.
His eyes gave in and the laughs grew stark,
the brightest bulb gave in to dark,
the starving kid reaching
for the answer.
His only contact with the world
was hearing from this unknown girl
who never knew when the day was over.
Eventually, he'd find out how
she'd become his best friend now,
since no one else would
ever give their answer.
The calm rang out without a kiss,
while the furniture began to miss
the pleasure of having someone over.
With no foreword he began to cry,
there was no sense to even try
to pull the words
together for an answer.
Into the room came a native ghost,
the queen of grace and the sorry host
of all the pain he'd never gotten over.
He reached again to touch her hand,
but she threw to him her reprimand,
and ran before he'd
even found his answer.
When silence fell, a voice came through
and whispered something he always knew,
"You need to get below before you're over."
And you know what else, I know it too,
and that secret voice was always you,
the one I know,
my favorite sort of answer.
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