White Noise
- Cole Barrios
- Jun 10, 2024
- 1 min read
The fan whirred softly.
I recognized the hum; a noise
That could only be heard
In absence; a love
Felt most strongly
In absence; a consciousness
That could only exist
In absence. And the motor—
Its muted, rhythmic beats
Broke. And he cried.
For my father, and his brothers.

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