The Quiet Before You Speak

The quiet before you speak


is distinct - how do I know it from silence?

I stand at the mirror, holding my brush, suspended;

you sit on the edge of the bed, putting on your shoes.

Is it your breath; held, then drawn in abruptly?

A caesura, a muted exhale,

repeat.

You are composing.

If I ask, you will say Nothing and the moment will be gone.

Knowing the quiet

and waiting

is what we give each other.