Foresight

tap, tap, tapping away
at silence and space
and everything
and nothing is left
between us
but silence and space
and tap, tap, tapping away
from me and us
is no longer
but still away
from me and us
and goodbyes
that have already been said
that have already been heard
so why am i expecting more
am i expecting anything
but tap, tap, take us
to the point
where lovers who become
best friends who become
lovers-no-more
can remain friends
right here and right now
separated by nothing
but the cold warmth
of a blanket and silence
tap, tap, tapping away
at the unsaid
through the final nights
of what has become of us
just tapping into machines
but saying nothing aloud
for hours upon hours
of listening to music
that i once couldn’t live without
or watching the television
in an attempt to drown out
the loudest silence
of tap, tap, tormenting
conversations between she
and anyone but me
anyone but the only one
in the room
that we will share
for just a few more days
of tap, tap, torn
is what i am
as my memory fails me
but how long has it been
this way
maybe this is the way
it has to be
when we spread a departure
too thin
too long
too painful
too much
until tap, tap, tap
is all
just tap, tap, talk to me
<s>even silence would be better</s>
but there is only
tap, tap, tell me
that my friend will be there
when we really depart
for now there is nothing
but the cold warmth
of a blanket and silence
and space
and tap, tap, talk
to me.

© Jamie Tucker, 2006.

Foresight

Jamie Tucker

Jersey City, United States

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