Silence
< 1 MIN READI hate the silence of waiting
My mind fumbling over the cold phone that sits on my desk
Untouched, unused, understood as our only connection
I’m the first passenger on this train
The first to step on, saying, “Let’s go!”
A wide-eyed grinning toddler playing with toy cars
Truly believing they’ll move like the real ones
Your voice, muffled, steps on after me
Forgetting, purposefully, maybe, your luggage of thoughts
Packed to the brink, yet refusing
To explode in my face
I wouldn’t really mind, though
We sit back to back, looking, not seeing
Hearing, not listening
“Being” as the other “is”
As we “are”
Alone
The silence lives for minutes
It crawls into my ears, relentlessly scraping out the earwax
Using it to cover itself back up, refusing to
It drowns out all light, possibility falls into its abyss
It’s a silence I don’t want to believe in
For, I think
Only when I believe in it, like fairytales, it will be true
I turn around to a faded off-white gray of a ghost
Hovering beside the provocative window
Why should I try to preserve you
What good are you to me now?
I think to myself in a voice you’ll never hear
Yet you won’t go
Why must it be up to me
To let you
Now tell me,
What kind of love houses opaque drowning ghosts
One train stop away from disappearing in the silent wind