The Monologue
The deafening silence
The absence
The one and only echo in your lonely chamber
The slow creeping of regret
The cold sweat
The restless night
The sight of it slithering over the brow of the hill
The still of the sound
The downs
The reflection
The dissection of every word exchanged
The change that is necessary
The scale of it
The futile fight
The missed moment
The opportunity skipped over
The clipping of wings
The sound of it singing
The words endlessly ringing in
The begin again
The end
Josienne Clarke 