"LIVING BODIES IN A ROOM OF SILENCE"

Perhaps you secretly wish I’d talk to you

the way I used to

like I fear silently

whether you’ll really listen to me

or just give me some more scrutiny

But what should we talk about?

Once again, this heart is full of doubts

It’s been like ages since we were without

rare moments like this

another short, temporary bliss

before reality takes another swish

Must it be the same thing again,

something mundane,

harmless as we conceal our pain?

Not everyone makes a great pretender here

My brutal honesty is the monster you fear,

while the real beast has always been crystal-clear

In the end,

the same old song still keeps on on the same old dance,

living bodies in a room of silence...

R.