we never speak and i like it that way
we can read each other
between the lines
the subtext of body language
hanging on every word left
unspoken
–
so many people
say so much
and so little at
the same time
filling the space between with vapid small talk
insipid ideas
leaching our intellect
making us numb and
responsive
no sense of direction
so little purpose or meaning in the words of so many
and
i must admit
i too am guilty in this way
–
i have spent months with men and women
speaking at great length
enjoying their company
and know them less for it
–
when speaking of ideologies
perceptions
emotions
ambition and dreams
i find even the closest companion slinking
back
to that warm pillowy bosom of familiarity
irreverence
–
empty words
hollow interactions
junk food of the soul
tiding us over
in the absence of a meal
–
let’s speak the uncomfortable words
unveil the things we hide
engage in discourse which challenges us
alters our perspective and
causes us to seek
more questions
–
let’s argue
so that we know we still have passion
remind ourselves to give a fuck
–
until then
let’s just share this silence