SAME OLD SAME OLD

the same old
same old
conversation

hung in the air
between them
like a spider web

though nothing
was said
thoughts caught

on silken threads
awaking the spider
of their hate

who dashed out
ready to seize
on a too hasty word

the great unsaid
their respective words
festering inside them

silence
their weapon
of choice

the torture of
thinking everything
saying nothing

there is
nothing
to say