nothin’ at all…

you know what he wanted…

what…

silence…just silence…kind you get when there’s no-one ’round…like at 3 o’clock in the mornin’ when you look outside at the snow covered streets and you hear nothin’…maybe a car goin’ by…plow…but nothin’ major…no sounds…

oh yea…

used to hear her from down the hall tossin’ and turnin’ in her sleep…mumblin’ ’bout sometin’ or other…loud…whiskey dreams…

really…

yea…he’d be sittin’ there on the couch and he’d hear her from down the hall makin’ these noises…he’d listen…strokin’ a cat who was just a purrin’ the whole time…wanted to lay next to her…but that’d wake her up…didn’t wanna wake her up…

she slept lightly…

sorta’… she’d be talkin’ out loud as if she was just on the verge of wakin’ up…like she was gonna’ confess somethin’…

confess somethin’…

yea…that’s what he was listenin’ for…a confession…some kinda’ misdeed…a sin ‘gainst him…somethin’ he could put in his file cabinet and use at a later time…

she ever confess…

no…never did…never said anything ’bout wrong doin’s in her life…nothin’ towards him…just words babbled…never said she loved him either…kept that to herself…like some top secret…

never did…

never did…he wanted hear those words…longed for ’em…he’d sit there just waitin’ for her to say it…I-LOVE-YOU….never came…’at’s what drove him to wantin’ silence…he’d rather hear nothin’ at all…

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