That haunting silence sounds like an empty fridge; I would trade those echoes for a warm meal and a clean slate right now.
I lost the syntax of fatherhood in the noise of professional jargon, and now those quiet evenings are just echoes I can no longer parse.
A reading from Psalms 106:14
But lusted exceedingly in the wilderness, and tempted God in the desert. {lusted...: Heb. lusted a lust}
— Psalms 106:14 (en_kjv)
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