There are three of us in the room
You
Me
And Silence
Sometimes Silence is kind
Gracing us with hands wrapped tight
Breathing deep, scents of each other strong
Legs tangled, arms bent, not knowing
Where one ends and the other starts
Sometimes Silence is excited
Static between us building
Twitchy and impatient
Eyes large and watching the trees roll by
As we drive down the black road
Sometimes Silence is content
And sits with us while you write words
Stroking the keys, like it is a fine instrument
And I lay reading, sipping tea across the room on the floor
The world is quite and so are we
Sometimes Silence is angry
Though we haven't experienced this yet, we will
And tension will hang like the humid summer time atmosphere
While we sit, confused and bubbling, trying to think
Of ways to say sorry without fumbling with words
Because words get in the way
And Silence is malleable, fluid
Silence is water
It can slip through our hands
Or can be contained
No matter what you do
Silence will be there
Thank you for making the Silence bearable
For making it less frigid
Less lonely or painful
Thank you for filling the Silence with so much life