In The House In Your Head

The TVs in this place
can’t help me
They think they can
but they can’t
So I turn to the sorghum fields
remembering you
and knowing that you know
how this feels
with these TVs here
all around in the air
and stillness
You know how their glow
attempts to hold you
It held you many times alone
with your blue eyes
looking into it
past the space in the room
and the person sitting
with you there
by the silence
of the concrete walls
and wooden floor
The same silence
that remains

in the empty house in your
head

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