The hardest way to communicate
Looking through a cloud of smoke,I watch you out of the corner of my eye
Follow the tone changes in your voice
Jump unexpectedly at your big laugh
And try to hide it,
Take a sip of Kopperberg
It'll be alright in the morning
Avoiding every question every gaze
Lightly joking away any inquisitory remark
I don't even brush against your arm when I pass
to get seated at the other far end of the table
I walk away with a wave at 12 04 pm
Without a word en confidence
Without touching any of the thoughts that are
Paralysing my mind
And surely are hidden in yours
I know you, you're the cleverest person I've met for a long time
See but not understand
Want but not try
Try without effort
It'll all be better in the morning
I look for you on my way through the Meadows
I turn my phone back on once home
I log on to web chat
I pour a glass of whiskey – I hate whiskey
But it's still so silent
It'll be different in the morning
– but it'll still linger
Like,
Silence settles imposingly once the storm has blown past
Are we looking for an explanation, or merely a light breeze
To break?
Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2010-04-16 at 01:55
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