Waiting

sitting in a quiet room with only one light on the light makes its way across the objects in its path over to me sounds permeate the air the silence is buzzing but I can't hear what you are saying over the noise and the laughter that surrounds you can you feel me shivering waves moving over my skin do you feel a chill in the air a draft that slips through to where you are you have slowly become a part of me every memory of you recorded in my mind not only the words but the space between the words the silence that is filled with the truth the unspoken truth unknown yet so tangible the truth that hangs in the air so close to words mingling and mixing with sarcasm and humor that it hides again concealed