Sand sifts through finger tips
Away, the water washes faces
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
I’ve become aware, as I’m moving through the air
A volume, my body now displaces
Lessons that I learned and yet I keep on getting burned
Missing cues and lacking graces
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
Looking at the floor, a beeline to the door
A single shoe, a pair of laces
The landscape of the day, all is far away
The silence of the echoes from the mesas
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
I recall a time when our lives would rhyme
The laughter and the footfalls on staircases
We were two, now there’s me and now there’s you
No phone calls from the station, no embraces
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
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