I'm listening to the rain. And the clock. And the hum of the silent room.
This is the silence that wears me down. Sometimes it takes me off guard and brings tears to my eyes. I just need to turn on some music. I know how to make it go away, but once I notice it, I have a hard time drowning it out. It seeps into my soul.
I wish you would fill it.
Sometimes, I feel like I know you, but I'm also fairly certain we've never met. I see you at Rick and Ann's. I smile at you on BART. You and I catch each other's eyes in the theatre. We dance an awkward dance in the bookstore. One time, we even chatted.
I just wonder how it's possible to make you a part of my soul rather than just a part of the scenery in my favorite places. When are you going to find me?
Sometimes, the waiting is just too much.
1 comments:
this is one of those moments where I truly wish we lived close enough to just sit and have a cup of tea together. because for something like this words are impossibly insufficient. only a cup of tea, a hug, moments of shared quiet & likely laughter come close to being enough.
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