vacant eyes
boring holes through peeling tint

pin drop silence
a knife slicing calm

contours divide the sky
into murky cerulean sections
perpetual roller-coaster edges

on stilts
dimensions unending

they tingle with conversation
chit-chatting their way across

a hazy expanse
with a hurried haste
rivaling that of my mind

in sheer contrast to our stagnant words-
we trudge through the depths
of unmentioned hurts
that slip through sidewalk cracks

like weeds
creeping into the car
and into each other's minds

I long for the words in those telephone lines