A Share Silence

February 9, 2018

I walk out into a darkened hall

and realize there is no one here,

everything is cold and inanimate

like a mortuary built to code

and the silence between my ears

is a shared silence –

not even a single cricket in the walls

to sound the trumpets,

to raise the sails of sagging spirits,

and I can’t say I am lonely, I have never

had an affinity for most others;

it is some strange unnameable feeling

like kissing spiders on the fangs,

and it is just a moment, beyond bloodlust

or derision;                  

I would only wish it upon you

because it matters.


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