I'm West
We don't talk anymore
as if the words we use have lost meaning
and the season for conversation
is past
We dance around the silence
the music in our heads filling the awkwardness
and setting rhythm to our feet
The very feet that allow us to walk away
We might try again some other day
but today
I'm heading west and you're heading east
Not sure what that was about. I'm watching last week's episode of Fringe at the moment. Maybe that's what this piece is about. I dunno. Peace out.
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