so this is our silence that ive learned to brew in.
fingers low. eyes lower, feet slipping against the slush,
so this is our silence that ive learned to live in;
bangs down, feather-light against lashes,
so this is our silence that ive found a home in.

against my side, chatter; loud, in a way
that only whispers can be
at the back of empty theaters.
against my side, companionship
that can only apply to stragglers
at the end of a warzone.
against my side, i am forgotten. forgotten in the way
that only memories can be
at the childhood of nostalgia.

over the great wall 1cm thick,
there lies a blue sky
a great mall
heaven, and light

over the great wall
i gaze. and wish, unsure.

over the great wall is then a void.
it does not stare back.