The Quiet Neighbor

They go back and then forth

Not that they come and go

Statement of some status

What do they know

that others don’t

No slamming doors

They do their chores

And they are one the same

Smile when you speak

Gentle wave flies

Their car wreaks of silence

What do they know

that others don’t

A reality show for Freud

If only that man knew
Einstein did know

Theory of relativity they gel

They mesh

Following their own lead

Marching to their own beat

Round and round back and forth

They make you see

What you want to

Yet they don’t change

When you see one

they are still one

More meek than mice

Ah, that’s so nice

What do they know

that they won’t show

Is there an afterglow

in their money honey?

If they ever need a favor

How can you judge

their peace

their love

their devotion

their emotion?

Them two

As one