We sit in the stillness 

like drapery over a closed window

time drags and there is only humble silence

clouds of anxiety and forewarning over our heads

fate forming a fork in our complicated road

and i wander

and he wanders

through the complex fractal that is life

and the answer just sits at our throats

like a dull rusted knife

the longing keeps me awake

and i feel naked

he pulls away just to breathe

because he feels my frustration

our words seem watered down

like the taste of PBR

we unlace our fingers

tension bouncing through our arms

hands folded in our laps

the daunting silence tries and tries

and love is no more than an idea

that came at the wrong time...