Maybe this appears when you linger 
You look at the carousel of bags and wonder  
Did it or you got left behind 
Are you carrying more than you should 
When thoughts resonates deeply in silence 
The set up of intentions for control 
Everything a manifestation of a past mantra 
What the eyes can’t see 
Won’t hurt 

This quiet ache

Refused to linger in a crowded room

Nor required wine to float

Pulling off another performance

Felt like a removal of another spark or tearing out a page

The tuning fork

Roamed the silent cemetery of text

That was home

Table by the window 

Seated at a distance

Watching the rewind

Would listening be different now

There is no return 

Nothing but a name