Maybe Only Just For One
As the end draws near and all quiets down
The mood shifts to one of sombre tone
Those around wrapped in the art of conversation
Talking, listening to what the other has say
But the conversation dies down
We settle for the comfortable silence
That drifts in between like old friends
Resting, propped against a shoulder
The other with head laid on head
The silence that passes form one to the other
As both drift towards sleep says enough.
But maybe only just for one
Copyright © Jack Blackburn | Year Posted 2008
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