This silence is too loud.
I should unlock my hands.
Don’t breathe that fast.
My job title should be slightly different.
This silence is too long.
My cheek itches.
I shouldn’t have used those words.
I wish he would see me differently.
This silence is too deep.
I wonder if she loved me.
She ignored me.
I was little, I didn’t know.
This silence has gone too far.
Don’t keep walking that way,
It’s too close, it’s too close!
Open your eyes, break the silence!
No, the clouds are moving so fast
and the grass tickles the backs of my knees,
making me laugh, my hands behind my head.
Oh! The sun beats down on my six-year old toes
and I close my eyes tight, dizzied by the
size of the sky and how I don’t see where it ends.
This silence is too beautiful.