A leaky faucet was drip, drip, dripping  
in the next room,
and somewhere down the hall 
a 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 
and soon
she would be joined by a gust of fresh air .

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...

when you are alone all the noises kind of take on a personality of their own, getting louder, filling the space...