the moments of silence

on one side of the door

when footsteps approach

but then walk away.

the light of the phone

when the call comes in

but your heart just cant

come to answer it.

it’s the quiet pause

after," i should have"

that fades with the

sweep of the second hand.

it's quiet but not calm

as it hums in your heart

like a note struck and left

to ring unending

if you sit real still

and listen close enough

you can hear a sound

humming near by.

close enough to hear

but too far to touch.

not here, not gone

the sound of almost.