Words averse to daylight
Run from mind to tongue
And then scurry away
Unable to bear the searing heat of the volcano they carry.
Thus are born silences;
The past present and future
Of a relationship sealed inert.
The fluids conveniently never leak
And mess the designer interiors of cozy families.
And so the silences lurk
At corners of rain-filled streets,
Or hunker down on lonely roads
Apathy and hope alternating.