In deafening silence
I was hearing you,
trying to taste and smell
the traces left by you.
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As usual a deep and interesting write making the reader consider each line. The jigsaw then comes together and the meaning then becomes clear. Your verses are a continued joy, thanks
Depositing coins in the slot of the automat John hoped the bowl of groats was well buttered. The boat had already sunk, the holes having been inadvertently filled with a slimy film of worms. No matter, the answer was easy, long before it was hard.