10 July 2008
10:32 PM
goodnightit was your home,
and we were lying limp on the queen-sized guest bed,
pattering one another through each of our life stories.
it was just you, and you, and me. three souls
different as green from red,
yet similar as leaf and rose.
our words decorated the air,
lifting. floating. spinning intricate webs
the colours of our voices.
our lives so disconnected and inter-connected,
the sweetness of sorrow and bitterness of joy -
blended - through our tales.
and the starless sky enveloped us in -
the coolness of the night
the coolness of the room, and our spirits.
and in the spaces between our voices hung
silence. we snuggled under the assuring blanket of
soundless conversation.
it was comfortable.
it was a discovery of '
non-awkward moments of silence',
an art we'd unknowingly created.
it was just you, and you, and me,
the night, the room, and the silence.
and the best conversation we'd ever had.
that night, no one said goodnight.
