I usually like silences, but ours not too much. We hold tight to pauses that run for too long. Chew, chew and chew- all different ways. While food grasps the quiet, as you eat my days.
You hand in the cheque without your returns. For cues fill the blanks, two seats no reserve. We can set the table, you know where it is. Or maybe you forgot, most important to eat.
But there is the quiet, catches back by front seat. Driving us nowhere, passed right through the mist. Open wide wide, wondering what you might think. I find silence shuttered, mouth utters but speech.
For separate rooms, we opt for this place. The gaps fill my teeth, they won’t need eat for days. As you lay the plates, I plead you to explain: Please tell me what is it you just cannot say.
I reach out for laughter, far far in my dreams. There silences were minimal, I felt I could speak. Perhaps it’s made-up, to think that’s the case. Whichever is fine, doesn’t do much your way. I took time to think and forget all this craze. All I need is hold, whatever it may…
To closure our quiet, that quiet within. Our silences shall fill in. Sure, one day it must be.