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Passing
By Charlie Melkonian
I like passing places
Early in the day
Knowing I’ll pass them again later.
Will they know of the day I’ve had Things said and done
Maybe I’ve begun
Changing
Will they notice I’ve changed Before I’ve noticed myself?
The clock that hangs above the bar off 6th The building with the books in the window I can’t see the covers of
But imagine.
The day has passed
But these places
That were lit up with early sun Now hanging in shadow
Sleep while I sleep.
Maybe they dream of me passing Before tomorrow will bring them to me Again.
Silence
By Micah Rauchon
There’s a specific phenomenon that occurs when your brain isn’t yet awake enough to fabricate any elaborate decelerations of love and lust and infatuation
There’s a stillness to the inability to wash down a feeling with trying to find the right thing to say
Instead
What would be a letter, a card found in the depths of a nearby hallmark,
is a look
Communicating what words simply cannot
Of 7,100 languages pinpointing the proper way to tell someone how you feel is still as difficult as solving an algebraic equation in 4th grade
A look conveys what philosophers, poets, and artists have been trying to summarize for centuries.
It says more than is needed by saying nothing at all
And though my capacity for language is limited to a singular language
Yours being the same
I know that when i look at you, unable to communicate effectively what i want to say
The silence of you seeing me the way i’ve never been seen before, says more than i’d ever desire to put into words