tucks her voice underneath herself and folds her hands,
whispers in your ear "it's all right."

(it's okay again)

winters and summers stand end on end,
digging holes that fill up in the sand.
we won't let go,
not quite yet.

(stars spread out over the land)

the taste of you starts to go bland,
sits down quiet and sometimes stands.
words that wont let go,
not yet certain. never. no.

Taking an inventory, after the fact of
An argument that escalated
words that should not have been said,
were instead shouted

He was trying to explain something
who knows?
she didn't want to hear
So they argued about listening
in Loud voices everyone else could hear

She told him, later
that she didn't want to talk about it anymore
He told her, once more
that it didn't matter

Lying, both became quiet.
In that stillness, with only the dust settled.