Truths in the Silence

On any other blackout

Midnight wild-ride hour I

Would be crying my eyes out

But tonight I’m 

Twisting the rings on my fingers

Screen light glowing and inconsolable

Humming in my ears

I pass the chain along

Touch each loop and link 

Listen to the subtext on

The tv though

The sound is off

Your lean speaks volumes

And for a moment all

The shattered things are forgotten

We are reminded of the past

Deviating from it but

Much the same we are

Still there

Looking through the windows 

Golden lamps and grumbling

Machines doing work

Calm and collected and

All at once gone wild

And we point at ourselves

In the back corner

Laughing about 

The same things we’re laughing at

Now except slightly

To the left and

Months and months back

And further

I’m starting to hear your

Stories a little

Pinch and everything is new

In some unshaken way

Like these are the truths sometimes

And I’m only just

Beginning to grasp what

My heart has been screaming 

Since the start of all things

And further

The truths in the silence are as

True as the ones in the writing

Words spoken aloud and translated and

Regurgitated slightly to the left

Written down again somewhere else

An endless cycle 

Prone to messy conclusions

Yet the silence clears all

The humming in the ears

Subsides and the screen

Dims to oblivion

Subtext lost to sweet darkness

Sweet midnight

The stars gleam vacantly above

Shine down the empty road lined

With darkened windows

Come home they say

My beloved

Come home