After the edge of the storm, silence stalks
The room. We follow it with our eyes, finding
In the corner the shape of a country in paint, a mark
We never knew, the time on the clock, anything
Everywhere but you. Somewhere on the wall's a
Logical plan for how we ran our words
So well, fronting in a moment of two just
rights. Something squeaks. Silence turns.
After the silence leaves we sit in silence.
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This page was published on June 15, 2008 | Keywords: argument, silence, relationships, poem
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