Saturday Afternoon (Poem)

I would like to say I’m waiting.

Expectant, open to the new day.

Open like the door through which I stepped

Early to check the morning sky.

Open like that very sky,

Accepting every color of cloud.

But I am not.

I sit inside in a darkened room

Watching the letters of every word

Blur into meaningless squiggles.

They are not that, and I know

You would gladly read them aloud to me,

But your voice would become the message,

And the story lost still.

I have given up hope for the moment,

Letting the door stay shut in the silence.

Silence that fills the air.

Silence that hangs in hushed abeyance.

Silence that carries its own sense of longing.

I close the book and leave the room.