When strangers sit together
they still exist alone.
When they wander in
the wet weather
without their friends
there is silence,
the same silence
that stares sullenly
at a tablet, or phone screen
without reacting
to any human being
in the general area.
There are always a few
who long to
break through
the silence
and speak with
others who have
no business
other then
sitting and waiting.
Spirits waning
from some
strange rejection,
not outright
but at daylight
when strangers
look right
at each other
then turn away
nervously
refusing
to speak.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
When strangers sit together
they still exist alone.
When they wander in
the wet weather
without their friends
there is silence,
the same silence
that stares sullenly
at a tablet, or phone screen
without reacting
to any human being
in the general area.
There are always a few
who long to
break through
the silence
and speak with
others who have
no business
other then
sitting and waiting.
Spirits waning
from some
strange rejection,
not outright
but at daylight
when strangers
look right
at each other
then turn away
nervously
refusing
to speak.
