Thursday Poem: The Taste of Silence

The Taste of Silence

I know the taste of silence,
It is here, soft and metallic.
You know the taste of disappointment
Its bitter sharp sourness.

 

We have tasted life
And both turned away
To face each other
Amid these haunted lonely lives
Of those who cannot shape
The shape of the world around them.

We are here, only standing,

But there are places
We will return to.
We will search for the traces
Of what once were our lives.

 

There is nothing here
To hold us together,
Except this lack of any reason
For it all to fall apart around us.

 

Now, here is all we have,
We need someone to hold onto.
All we have are each other,
So we will hold on together.

 

It is not such a bad thing.
We are the fortunate ones
To have found someone to hold
And to hold us in return.
There is nothing so simple,
Nothing quite so vital.

 

Alone, we are incomplete
Without edges to define us.
To let go is to let go of the world
And fall on down alone forever.