Hello quiet silence. You're looking up through eyelashes and eyebrows. Your furrowed brow looks scared.
There's been a lot going on and you have been sort of swept under the couch cushions as raucous and jumble have ruled the room.
But I see you peeking out there and it's nice to see you again.
There is a dropping of the shoulders and a resting of the chest as breath fills the space deep and wide.
I like it when you sneak out of your hiding spot after everyone has left, inviting calm and focus to join us.
My spirit expands into the emptiness and darkness and I become whole again as the world fades to a trunk in the closet for a while.
Warmth bathes us like light as the chill, like a fog, is pulled out under the doorways and cracks in the walls.
It's nice to hear the seconds telling me of their days, of what has gone and what will come. And the sweet surrender of time into the night.
I long for something that cannot be found in the emptiness of your sweet hum, quiet silence. But you comfort me with your timid embrace. I don't dare ask for more.
And my chest grows heavy under the weight of the distance and I listen for the sounds of this desire.
They squeak across the laminate floor under a cart of promises and things I've never known or ever seen. Covered neatly under a shiny dome preserving the heat of each flavor.
My hair moves in the breeze of these whispers... anticipating the gust that will blow my hair back and push me into the shouting winds of change.
And I cannot help but smile in the company of these things; these fortune tellers.
And I am washed with peace.