We sit on opposite ends of a couch.
Too afraid to touch each other's skin
To grace the heat upon the body
once intertwined in which we became one.
And we lose moments upon moments
Forgetting the endless father clock that will stop ticking
And each day has a rise and a fall
with dawn and sunsets arrive new beginnings.
We are glued to the idiosyncrasies of the monotony
carried on through advertisements rushed at our eyes
Blazing music heard through bass filled speakers
and the sound of a child crying out for attention.
For if we break this silence, this code-
one of us loses.
through battle and heart ached war we have seen
pessimistic days filled with tongue lashings and awkward pauses
ignoring physical presence and tyrannical domination
and I speak
ever so humbly. walking on glass that splits my naked feet
my wounds open and hemorrhage the definition of myself
the creation of my dominion, the power of my being
and excellence of my conception
I have fallen weak
by the depressive empty energy re-filled with
curse words and blame denial and shame
I have walked through the valley of darkness
the ends of earth
to hell and back
and still I walk
With feet aching, I decide to sit down
take a load off
and relax my mind.
He joins the room
entering in (silence)
as we sit on opposite ends of the couch.