This is a first edit of a piece called The Loudest Silence.
When I get bored at work, I write on receipt scraps so the picture above is what I managed to scribble on shift the other day. It’s not quite perfect yet but I’m working on it!
Standing side by side in an empty room with the loudest silence I have ever heard
despite your pen and my finger clicking, unsure of what I’ve done
not to even be worthy of small talk all the while knowing so much has been left unsaid.
Desperately clinging to our pride as if a medal were at stake but
we’re the only ones in the race.
We were supposed to be a dream but that belonged to everyone else .
They intercepted us with their visions and we got so lost in it
that we couldn’t even find each other
so now we’re just another tragic story.