There’s not much to talk about today,
It’s one of those times
Of idle Silence.
Not awkward silence, no,
But Silence.
I wonder if you understand
How loud that Silence rings in my ears,
How much I dislike it.
Truthfully, I’m not bored.
It’s just something to say
To fill the space
To incite a response.
Silence.
What’s wrong?
Nothing, nothing’s wrong.
It’s just one of those times.
The minutes tick away –
Forty-five minutes gone by and still,
Silence.
We should get off the phone.
My finger inches reluctantly towards the off button,
And even as I push the button down
I feel a strange regret,
Along with that constant ardent longing.
No, you probably don’t understand.
But I miss you.
