Silence
Sitting close yet miles apart
A world between us
Each with so much to say
Yet silence hangs with cloud of grey
Forgotten strife thickens the air
A pall of decay between us
Each with words that won't come out
And silence extends the doubt
Awkwardness infuses the confined space
A ticking clock marks the time
Each with a thought of escape
And silence becomes a distorted shape
Swiftly the end draws closer
A change in atmosphere
Each prepares for the inevitable
And silence lingers pleasurable
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