There is this sound

there is this sound

like doors closing, in a hollow apartment,
or in the hidden hallways of a doctor's office
filled only with white leather chairs and dead air

it's an empty sound
hiding behind accoustic polyweb strings
that have never been played

in the corners of a room that forgot
how to laugh
where men died of cancer
and pictures of saints gathered dust

it is the sound of a ribcage
cracking

of jaw bones breaking

when they try to smile

it is
what it sounds like

with you
gone.