Poetry

Quiet

I do not like the quiet,

the sound of the beating

of my heart,

the breaths I take

through the day,

I do not like the sound

of my footsteps

trudging through

the halls and the snow,

the grass, the dead leaves

between,

I do not like the sound of my voice

as it drawls out

mumbling messes and higher notes

when excited in one way

or another,

I cannot stand the quiet

that draws my attention

to these things

but

I like the quiet

with you

since you draw my attention

to something worth

appreciating