You Live In Awkward Silences

I was dozing earlier, during a conversation. My internal clock remains on tokyo time. While I doze through lunch, drinking a mocha latte and tapping my pen, I suddenly began to realize that it was no longer the comfortable silence of someone talking to me, and me listening. I’d been asked a question. Which I had not heard.

An awkward silence fell, and whether it was my exhausted overly romantic brain or the perfect moment of inspiration…I wrote a poem, which is reminiscent of on old love, someone I still hold as a very dear friend. Love in a different way I suppose, ^_^. Oh, and uh yeah, his name is in the poem, so that makes that easy.

Awkward Silences.

you live in awkward silences for me.
the way it was before your lips met mine.
when you murmured quiet assent,
leaned in, and stopped all time.your name upon my lips,
when such silences fall.
two syllables, such beautiful poison,
david, david, i say, and never stop at all.

and every pause a conversation takes
quickens my heart rate, spinning my mind
in loose swirls of blinding, adoring light
i look around a moment, desperate for you, i find.

you live in awkward silences for me.
the way it was before your lips met mine.