Our life has become a collection of silences:
Tense silences:
So ear-splittingly loud that thoughts flee before them into a sea of red.
A white-knuckled wheel, driving somewhere.
Anywhere to escape the bleakness that follows.
Spatial silences:
Two bodies whirling away on tethers stretched too thin
Succumbing to a quiet law mandating
An equal and opposite reaction
To the gravity that once crushed us together
Curious silences:
Bright thoughts illuminating endless decks, vessels banked
To port. To starboard.
Passing within hailing distance…except for the darkened sea between.
Interrupted silences:
The carefully ignored text.
A cover closed too quickly.
Smiles gone awry upon discovery.
Closed silences:
Poignant raised liquid memories to
When-the-how-could-where-has-why-did-we?
Marked only by a track down a cheek.