On Speaking Terms

Music floods the living room
A tsunami of sound to push away
the uncomfortable silence we share,
A silence that grows ever wider, a chasm of quiet
that makes me scream inside

The computer screen is friendlier than the couch
When did we stop talking less about feelings and dreams
and start talking more about chores and fears?

I want to go back to a time
when we stored up words in our memory
for sharing with each other, like wine
Our conversations a sacred space
before coexistence took your voice away

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