seeking silence

words,
you take away
too much

before and after
leaving regret,
uncertainty and unrest

here's the door
go, find
someone else's speech

flow

half-open window
morning calls
for a smoke

he sits close
to the mattress
slightly cold floor

speakers,
quietly watch
these four-walled days 

he lights another
life,
in no hurry.

morning, broken

breaking apologies 

in exhaustion 

too tired

yet burning

to seek comfort

afternoon, 

bone-crunching pain,

what are you worth?

cafe

they came
once every week
the same table
the same orders

neither of them
were strikingly attractive
he noticed
yet they were pretty

their voices grew familiar
as they'd laugh
and sometimes
talk in low voices

he'd get to work
cheerily, every thursday
making small talk
with customers

hoping that
nobody would take their table
and the clock would
bring them in, he'd beam

but one evening,
an hour, two
and a couple
made themselves comfortable

he stood at a distance
in cold politeness
taking their orders
sulkily.