Silences

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;

Each bearing

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.