"When..."

Each of us has a version, an expectation - if you will, of just what "When" means.  I wandered this place - coffee in hand.  Looking, looking, listening, moving on.  Friends, strangers, nooks and grannies, lil cracks in the walls - windows all, windows to the world of all the places that aren't and yet were... and its Tuesday no less - figures, all visited, ringing so stridently in the ears...

The sounds of silence...

"When..."

When -
we forget

how loud the silence is

at 3AM, then 4 ~

at breakfast - as first a habit

- then just a chore

then an unwanted pause

then... you don't NEED to sit

- even at a table -

to listen...

to your silence.

 

When -

did you learn to listen to yourself?

Speak the unspoken -

listen to heartbeats echoing...

When -

do you realize being who you are

IS

who you are...

When -

do you look IN the windows

- rather than out?

When do WE

learn how to cry

- without a why?

When...

...all the never-ever-mores
forevers
- closed doors on times

on dreams
on moments, lives

...on the whispers

When?

 

I know

...now.

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

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When no one else listened to me..I havent learned to speak the unspoken yet..when I seen so many hearts broken...when someone want to change who I was..when I want to see something more than I see..when there is no more laughter..I know now too.
This was beautiful Chris, good to read you again

[Emily B]

you see so well