ear stop

sitting quiet watching thumping
crash lifting sholder swinging
but you writing quiet head poking
no wallet gone as mine still too
just two small kids at the back in the woods
having nothing to say and no silence to hear it
hello i am me and you are you
but he whispered to me about a hand
you once held but i only noticed
that you wrote down the words
romancing each letter more than
any lover could ever