The down hours and the down days
The click and ring of a spoon in a cup
The silence after
Like the silence before
The down moments
The shock of empty
The rising panic
Stemmed by moving
Breathing
Uttering a few words to an old and ever empty room
Where when you return everything is how it was and will still be however many times you leave it
And come back
And try the silence with
The click and the ring of a spoon in an empty cup through
The down hours and the down days
The long seconds
The small noises
The coming
And going
Into the ever same
Into the ever same
Into the always and ever same
Into the always and ever same
Click
