Pin Drop
It's so hard to wrap my head around
the pin drop deafening silent sound.
It’s embrace is cold, yet warm somehow.
I shiver at the thought.
Please give me a jacket, a blanket, a towel?
Anything to soak up the pity - or cover the shallow.
Now though -
it may be all for naught.
I open the door, am suddenly floored by the unexpected decibels.
I wanted the sound, but as it surrounds, can I just move over the decimals?
There’s no mama bear; instead I have bared that my inability to fare is incredible.
Pin Drop
