Not Hearing, Listening

I had a quiet argument with myself

There was pushing and pulling

Extracting and excavating

A whisper flirted with my ear

Haunted me with my own voice

Made the hair on my arms stand straight

Formed bad decisions

Possibly even wrong

Knowing history could not change

Closed the door

Shut off the lights

And turned down the covers

I sleep

Waiting for the tide to take me out

Silence is listening

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