The Sound Of Sadness

it is not the crackers
crisp and
deafening such that
you cannot hear
a movie script
such that you cannot
figure out what the lead says

it is the sound of the wind leaving
the treetops
passing through a door which is already closed
it is the hush from a mouth
sealed forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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