I flicked the ash from my cigarette.
Watched the smoke rise
in silence.
This lone bench I had found was wet,
but it was mine,
in silence.
My class wasn't close to starting yet,
but it was fine,
in silence.

But this silence is violent.
And my pen is compliant.
And there is nothing wrong with
this bench or this harsh quiet.

Like a sunset, except personal,
this is all mine.
My bench, my cigarette, my moment,
and it's all fine.

For now at least...
It'll do for now...
For in this silence I was endowed
a simple pleasure I heard aloud.

This violent silence,
and this harsh quiet...
It made me smile  for awhile.