There was no resonance in him,
nor in anything he did.
Yet he claimed his own words:
he was in love.
They all believed him.
They respected him so.
But it was nothing more
than a damper—
a ruse to keep his peace.
He wasn’t in love.
He never was.
He only wanted silence
from the echoes that urged him
to quicken his pace,
to tie the knots.
But in his mind,
if this kept on,
it wouldn’t be love he tied—
it would be his neck.
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