10:00

Silence.

It begins.
The wail rises up from the earth beneath my feet to fill the spaces between us.
I stand, feel the heaviness in my throat that threatens to drag me down beneath myself.
The constant tone.
It connects us and it isolates us in our shared sorrow.
Then it fades.

Silence, again. Emptiness.
Something clicks, beeps and the world comes rushing back.
We sit again.
Somewhere, someone is singing, someone laughs.

10:02


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