across the yard.

Glass anchors your ear
to the turbulence in their words
and you can’t move away,
this uncomfortable sight on
the other side of your quiet.

She screams. He draws back,
flinching like words could slap,
but only muffled sounds
reach you and your questioning mind.

One of them would be crying
and apologizing later.
For now–it’s only worth watching
because it’s not your voice
on the other end.


One Comment to “across the yard.”

  1. i like that revealing last line
    thanx & Keep on

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