3.03.2010

there's a whole lot of silence
yelling through the two feet in between
the shirts are tugged and pulled everyday
as a sign
it's different now
we talk and then we don't
mostly we don't
it's different now
a different we both don't like
i think
it won't be different as the days go by
the fridge stays dark as do our hearts
mouths stay closed and doors stay shut.
sleep is the number and the escape
the divide that separates.

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