Other than the clock ticking and the central heating humming.
All is quiet, there's a gap there, once filled with small boys shouting.
Silence echoes in my house, up the stairs, and in the kitchen, off walls, and in the in betweens.
Where once were arguments about Transformers, Bionicles and Super Mario Galaxy.
There's that sound of gone.
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