A scented candle perfumes this space;
Filling the emptiness of silence,
Save for the gentle hum in the distance.
I trace with my mind
The countless days when it wasn’t so…
Silent.
It’s peaceful, really.
Tinged at times with a melancholy
Accompanying this dull, buzzing sound.
Just as the wick will burn out anytime now,
This silence too, will go away.
Shall my nostrils taste this sweet aroma again,
I hope to remember well
That gentle purr that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
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