Silence Your hush filled the room, not with criticism, but concern. Dignified yet vulnerable your pale countenance covered Manhattan’s burst and blast with a blanket of quiet. I visited you at MoMA at every chance. I imagined your fingers resting gently against my lips seconds before they touched your own. I suppose I fell in love with you a little bit. Last time I perused those aesthetic walls, you weren’t there. Your absence a gong in my heart, sounds of car horns angry in my soul. It’s your stillness I remember—how, like a shade, you slipped away even when you were there. Charlie Brice Charlie Brice is the author of Flashcuts Out of Chaos (2016), Mnemosyne’s Hand (2018), and An Accident of Blood (2019), all from WordTech Editions. His poetry has been nominated for the Best of Net anthology and twice for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Atlanta Review, The Sunlight Press, Chiron Review, Plainsongs, I-70 Review, Mudfish 12, The Paterson Literary Review, and elsewhere.
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