Monday, May 6, 2013

Dry

So, how long has it been?
Four years?
Just that?

And how many more to go? How many more years to becoming poised? How many?
How are you anyway? How far? How silent? How content? How many more years to go like this? How many more to count? Or at least tell me, how to stop counting?

1 comment:

ike said...

The silence is that unspoken desire between those two people.

That silence is the chasm that they don't know if the word will bridge or distend.

Time is what they are interned in.