Quiet

Quiet, you say.
     I hardly hear you.
You're already that far.
     Don't leave me behind like this.


I stop talking.
     Immediately I'm so dizzy
I have to hold on to myself.
     Quiet, you say.


I miss your laugh so much
     I copy it,
louder and louder.
     That's as quiet as I can be.


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