All The Time There Are Things But Not Here

There it is again The silence So big it creates a physical presence in the room   She feeds silence her cup of tea She sits on her bed and they converse, As she stares at the ceiling. Silence strokes her cheek and gathers her tears. It whirls around her like a hurricane.   Somewhere there is more than this. There is noise There is … Continue reading All The Time There Are Things But Not Here