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We sit in silence, you and I.

The pleasantries have been exchanged.

The dear, familiar stories shared with love and laughter.

The last moments examined for any kernel of meaning.

There is only one thing left to ask:


You have no answers.

I have no answers.

So we sit in silence,

Waiting for knowledge that does not come,

And grateful for the fleeting seconds of comfort

We are able to lend each other.

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