the weight of silence
Two hours of writing (so little for such time), another hour waiting, poised - ready to send the letter, but hesitating there.
There, drop the letter down the slot, and wait.
And wait.
Days? How long, now? Sick of waiting.
What was the hesitation, then? What I said, did I say it all? Did I say anything...?
There, drop the letter down the slot, and wait.
And wait.
Days? How long, now? Sick of waiting.
What was the hesitation, then? What I said, did I say it all? Did I say anything...?