What is silence?
A cat's paw on your eardrum.
The deep symphony of the vacuum.
There is no sound.
Just a Wall in between you and me
Like a curtain of stolen breaths and shards
of stars that were once our dreams
At the opposite ends of the table.
Our plates are full:
the fruits of your labor near the hot stove, but:
our hearts are like the glasses you have filled
With water. Always half empty.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.