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broken silence

blank stares
left over from midnight
settled like dense fog on our faces
as we swallowed words
like over-cooked bacon strips

the smell of cheap coffee and sweat
jabbed like a broken fighter
and our sentences were passed around
like street corner condoms
rubbed hard and spent but once.

we talked in short semi-circles
weaving our words tightly
while clutching slippery handles
on thick off-white coffee cups
and looking for reflections
in one another’s eyes

a new morning sun crawled
over waiting buildings
and shadows crept
like thieves into empty hallways…
yet silence still filled the air

then a single word resonated like the first note
of a well-planned symphony
and you moved a step closer to
being further away
as I sat holding the sound of goodbye
through an opened red door