Sometimes friends can sit together and suspendthe need to talk – and in that quiet, thought
may loosen from the mind to find another home –
roam into the atmosphere, construe an ambiance
instead of brewing syllables, so that constabulary
functions of vocabulary now no longer matter –
but scatter into air. It’s not like no one’s there, but
separation seems untrue. Words like “me”
or “you” no longer mean quite what they used to.