We pulled up to a burger joint
With Technicolor paneling and
Red leather quilted stools.
Some upbeat song was filtered through the room
By speakers in the ceiling-
Musical mixology,
And it harmonized with the sound
Of laughter from the little boy chasing his sister around their table
And hushed conversation from the couple who looked over at me
And Said that
One day I'd have someone to whisper across root beer floats to.
My little family-
Just the three of us,
Sat in the center of the place,
Too absorbed in french fries and
ever-cooling Decaf coffee
To realize that there were people there
Not just going out to dinner
But living
And sharing,
Breathing the same air.
But I noticed
When I caught the eye of a boy
Speaking passionately in a foreign tongue.
He smirked at me
And I stared back.
He didn't speak, we greeted one another
With the silence.
Sparks can burn down lives and
Houses
But sometimes
They turn out to be beautiful.
What is burned away,
What is left behind,
Freedom isn't bound by language
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
