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The Sound I Need You To Hear
The Sound I Need You To Hear
When the world seems to swirl around me and life is confusing, what is that sound? It’s the sound that brings
me back.
How do I write it? Be present. Dad. Help. There’s only so much time. I know. Give me a second.
You hear cars and people. Life goes by. You hear it. Listen,
I’m telling you something. Dad.
I don’t know but there is a sound. Just a little one. A sigh. A huff.
Air escaping the nose. It means something.
Dad, I’m telling you something. Dad.
The sound I avoid. Or the sound I lean into. I’m gonna miss it when it’s gone.
Dad.
That sound defines the present and threatens the future. It carries the past. It’s always there. Be there.
When I grab my keys and coat and I walk? The turn of the knob as I walk out the door. That sound, that huff
asks… “Where are you going?”
I make dinner and that sound has a curiosity. A need. For me? No. For the food I’m making. But that’s also for
me.