I found the dead.

There is a silence between pauses,
after laughs, seconds before sighs,
You miss these every day.
Just like the last time by the ocean,
did you hear the silence or the crash?

Listen carefully, this is where they live,
waiting for you
to take notice of the blanks,
the space between space,
silent sound between sounds.

This is where they live. Not in dirt or sky,
but with us always, speaking the language
of pauses between breaths,
ocean waves cresting to that perfect silent
unnoticed moment.

(You are all missed).

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