I breathe the solemn stillness of the air between us,

It slithers in my chest,

Away from the frivolous,

A momentary arrest.

You think my eyes are on the ground,

My face carved on the pavement,

Because it keeps your head bowed,

Your attempts of my effacement.

My screaming dwarfed by the distance,

Out of sight, out of mind,

I have seen the rage of resentment,

But am not familiar with this kind.

I hear them ringing in my ears,

I know the words you do not say,

Beneath the surface the whisper,

Beneath, But not far away.