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
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