In The Silence

I remember the music that seeps in through the open window

I remember the voice of the son who dishonors his father

I miss the helicopter searching for the latest criminal

I miss the echo of a gunshot that misses a child

I inhale the smoke of things I never dared to smoke

I await dawn

Without the promise of another silent night.

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