Quiet as a Pin Drop

Super slow motion
as a feather drifting
as molasses spreading

And quiet
as a pin drop
as the libraries of our childhood

Imperceptible
no defining moment
only that he loved her now
as it seemed he always had

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About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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