Learning Silence

Learning Silence

By Allie Marie

We sit on a bench with quiet lips.

We count our pulse on our wrists.

It is a funny thing – time.

Though, they say with age it is like fine wine.

Then, why am I here with you – alone again?

I have lost part of a friend.

And still, I can’t read silence.

I just know we’re getting tense.

We make us difficult;

treat ourselves like it should be mystical.

We are left to stare at the ground;

we won’t dare to make a sound.


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