The dust flies off the desk
Into the air
It flies
I stare

The water drops
Inch down the window
To the window box
The flowers dance

The walls say nothing
They sit in silence
I know no one is coming
I wait anyway

The silence starts to hurt
I try to stay sane
I stay alert
Waiting, listening

It becomes too much
Unbearable silence
Waiting for a soft touch
I know won't come