It’s too quiet here despite
the mutterings of the furnace, angry
at me? At nothing.
There’s the jackhammer on the stale
gray concrete just outside;
I feel it more.
There’s the pounding rushing
feet stampeding all around my knotted immobility racing my
heart my hurt-- still
it’s silent,
as I stare into the empty
void
devoid
of you.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
It’s too quiet here despite
the mutterings of the furnace, angry
at me? At nothing.
There’s the jackhammer on the stale
gray concrete just outside;
I feel it more.
There’s the pounding rushing
feet stampeding all around my knotted immobility racing my
heart my hurt-- still
it’s silent,
as I stare into the empty
void
devoid
of you.
