The Speaking Space
We
Talk over dinner
over and over
like the river
or an ocean sound.
shhhhhh.
We
Missed out,
Nobody is around
under, under
the skin
We begin
to speak in spaces
sounding places
silent faces
beside and besides
ourselves.
Silence
is a collection
stolen. We find ways
to steal each other’s time
in the speaking space
within me, within
you.
Eating
only to be empty.
Something is lost
between us. Between us
Age clings like frost.
On and on
goes infinity.
Time
the agent of change
puts me above you
and now the spaces
without you
can’t speak.
They can’t speak
without you.
