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Silent Conversation
Part 1: In Tandem
Someone stole the day, what is left is mine
Licking time
In tandem
The memory of blames drips
As we sprint from them,
Blind pedestrians
In this city we remain
A familiar clutch,
None believing
For their lying eyes
Two strange,
Foes then
A needless intervention
The flight has taken a different path,
On the wings of silence
Part 2: Absolute Silence
Entering the darkness
Iris adjusting to,
A silent conversation
Pushed my illusions
One in the crowd now
Legs crossed, eyes still
The glare wont go, not today maybe tomorrow
In this cell they will keep you
So will I
You
A glass statue
On the floor in pieces
My feet on broken glass,
Counting the seconds
As your first words arrive
With a wry smile
Finger ascend to interest
A marooned voice
The memory flattened
A noise far away
Once near
This silent conversation insists,
A traditional display
Of pride and willingness
The door closed shut
Relinquishing an invitation to speak,
An absolute silence persists
Part 3: Last Words
In tandem,
Away from the teeth of the city
On our concrete feet
No longer what I desire,
A poisoned episode
Her lips twitch, mine dry
A loud monologue
For a silent friend,
Inscribed on pulp
An icon echoing
Her deeds of cacophony
In this silent conversation
Now I have spoken
In spite of venom
My last words, not heard
These poisonous words
Felt on soft membrane
Concludes the story.
