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Six Seconds of Silence

six seconds of silence
used to mean different things:

1) that you were thinking
2) that you were scared
3) that you wanted something, but
the words got away, slipping like a fish
made of moving, fading shadows

Now, six seconds of silence
is the breath before a kiss,
hope before a promise,
anticipation before a touch,
a rest between heady confessions.
This, I’m afraid, has gone to my head.
More dangerous, this (you) has gone to my heart.

Kiss me, and you’ll see how important
I am
* —
one of us leans in
for the thing that might kill us,
passion heralded by a thousand different
kinds of death —
and suddenly, life doesn’t seem empty.
Suddenly, all the lights turn green,
and the whole world is made of parking lots,
moments of arrival and change.

Suddenly, I don’t care
if we’re saying goodbye,
because there’s always the next hello.
Funny how

six seconds of silence

could do all that.

 

*Quote by Sylvia Plath.

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Categories: Poetry
  1. Anonymous
    May 29, 2012 at 1:24 pm

    I love this. I can also totally relate to it. 🙂

  2. May 29, 2012 at 1:25 pm

    I love this. I can also totally relate to it. 🙂

    • May 30, 2012 at 4:46 pm

      Thank you!! I’m glad that you liked this. 🙂

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