We Don'T Speak

she said she is from the other side of town i told her we don't know any strangers here just weirdly quiet but calming souls that sit in silence their laced together like threads of a cloth or holding hands held tight and close like a burning candle they dance to the rhythm of drums from far... can we talk for a minute on second thought can we just hold hands instead and ignore the fact that you are furious at my carelessness if that isn't good enough i will buy you a coloring book so you can shade your rage my hand is no longer steady enough to hold a brush each time I try it feels wrong I see faded pictures of those i have supposedly wronged glaring in a distance two wrongs will never cut you a deal into heaven i told him silently in my prayers but its his way or never so we don't speak we are strangers sitting in silence with our souls braided down our backs