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When Suddenly Nothing Happened

There come those times when blood is chilled;
A shiver shakes your spine;
You sense there’s something’s now amiss,
There’s something out of line.

Our home has been a constant din,
For more than twenty years;
Crescendoed kid cacophonies
Of slams and shrieks and tears.

‘Til now, at last, all children grown,
I’m bothered by the sound
Of silence as it screams at me
With not a kid around.

I gave my wife a “hello” kiss,
She asked me for my name.
This house seems so familiar
Yet nothing feels the same.

I can hear the door not slam;
And the stereo not blare.
The bathroom does not hiss and buzz
From blowing dry their hair.

My razor sits unstolen
Right where it belongs;
The fridge is unmolested
By human-locusts throngs.

My feet can feel the floor not thump
As bumps and stomps are gone;
Though not a single rattled dish
How clatter lingers on…

The quiet somehow echoes harsh;
Upon my deafened ears.
How creepy to find switched to off
The racket heard for years.

I never dreamed I’d miss it all,
Life’s constant audio feed;
When, suddenly, nothing happened here,
It was something else indeed!

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.

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