This silence is not the same.
I hear you scratch
your head, softly
flip over in your sheets,
roll over
in your dreams;
the soothing hum
of the ceiling fan feels like
a glimpse
of a cardinal fluttering
through
a silent forest,
sounds like
a cool august evening
when your cousins
are visiting
for the summer.
Is this what true friendship
looks like?
silence?
YOU ARE READING
mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)
PoetryA compilation of my best poems written during the month of August.
