tension. spaces between us
full of silence as we pass
each other in the hallway.
the sound of our chewing
at the breakfast table.
our steady gait as we walk
into the rest of the day.
sometimes silence is
an endurance test.
other times it is selfish,
a punishing. we mistake it
for entreaty. we embrace it
in fear. make the first step.
form the
next question. confess.
