QUIET

I don’t need much.

Just sit with me, old friend. 

Words won’t help.

I can’t hear them right now.

We’ll need to check in later to see if I ever did get back ‘hearing words again’. 

You can hold my hand.

I won’t mind.

This only if you’re okay with crying. 

I mostly likely will.

I don’t need much.

Just this.

A short quiet moment.

Before fear creeps back in.

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Arlene Santana