You didn’t want to say anything.
You waited. When you spoke at the end
you could still hear the silence in between the
syllables,
a blue glacier.
One of the few left. You felt glad.
It’s here now. You are walking on it,
each sentence swarming and dying into its
solidity
so as not to let it melt.
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