The idea was a door slammed open,

Pressing air into our faces and dust into our eyes

As it presented a growing blackness beyond.

The knowing was the fire that ousted the blackness,

Pulling us forward into truth with unstoppable force

As the door slammed behind us.

The realization was taking in our new surroundings

And finding that we had not been pulled into the same room.

I knew you had not entered my room,

And you knew I had not entered yours.

Alone, we sat together,

And in that moment, silence was a priceless gift.