Shadows grow long
when words run short.
The pauses do the talking
gentler, safer,
less likely to offend.
Silence, that loyal companion,
has learned the art
of keeping peace
where honesty once lived.
We sit across rooms,
exchange polite laughter,
pretend it’s comfort
when it’s really distance
wearing good manners.
Funny, isn’t it?
How we call it understanding
when it’s really just
mutual pretending.
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