Silences hold themselves
in place
for you and me
between fences and distance.
Silences walk with us
through hedges and trees
lying between us
like the front door
which I shut before you.
The key I hid
under my scarf
silently lying over my heart
and you left knowing
it was there
till silence came crashing
in storms - tempestuous
and hidden behind
the door
until it finally flooded
out beyond these walls
only to end, with you
walking away
and me standing behind the door
silent, oh
so deathly silent.
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