We work together in silence.
not an angry silence.
or a resigned silence.
but in a calm, easy, comfortable silence.
Once upon a time, I would have worried
about what he was thinking, what he wasn’t saying.
But our nows are very different from our thens
and quietness has become a language that I’ve learned.
His language, actually.
Years of his lack of words
have taught me to listen to the in-betweens.
Years of his placidity
have taught me to take my thoughts
Years of his quietude
have taught me that sometimes
there’s nothing inside the silence but silence.
And that’s okay.