She could tell
the silence was so loud
the words she wrote
hadn’t been read
the gifts she gave
laid unopened
the invitation overlooked
taken for granted
she could tell
the difference
between then and now
the silence was so loud
Jeanna’ Mead
10 44 p.m. 10/12\17
http://www.jeannasoul.com
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