we are close tonight…physically and emotionally.
we speak one word yet our eyes talk another language.the words that hang between us are without definition.
we are comfortable in what is not said..not exposed.. innuendos fly at the speed of sound.
emillie is persistent lately in seeking legitimacy in the feelings that hang without confirmation like a text bubble viewable by the only those on the outside of the story.
we are watched and digested by those around yet feel vacuumed into a silence..taken but not released.with eyes locked…I attempt entrance. lightly treading on slippery sites as my steps flail in confidence; i gain no ground.
“silence leaves much to another’s interpretation” we agree …and are decidedly okay with this
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