Wait
Apr 5 · 1 min read
I’m unmindful today
Ticks of my living room clock are muted
Windowpanes are ajar, breezes refuse
to accept its existence
The curtains billow a newfound freedom.
The water on my boiling kettle
Has long said its misty goodbye
And left mildews in its absence.
There are letters unopened,
The book I was reading, the black words
On pristine white pages,
They speak silent nonsense.
There are noises outside
Cars and buses and people,
Life and its myriad cacophony surrounds me
In a loud, soundless den.
Impatient, I wait for your knock
On my silent wooden door.
