A leaky faucet was drip, drip, dripping
in the next room,
and somewhere down the halla deadbolt latch clunked.
But there was not much to hear here
alone in this empty room
where even her thoughts refused to speak
for fear of breaking the near silence
that was becoming almost sacred now.
Just outside the window the compressor clicked on
she would be joined by a gust of fresh air .