Dead Air
by thirdshiftlina
· 31/10/2025
Published 31/10/2025 13:13
The list says 'lemons' and 'heavy cream'
in a script that belongs to someone else.
I found it in the pocket of the wool coat
that smells like mothballs and 2021.
I can see you standing by the window,
the way the light hit the bridge of your nose,
but when you open your mouth
the sound is a hollow, rushing wind.
It’s gone—the pitch, the gravel,
the way you used to say my name.
I’m looking at the television screen,
dark and reflecting the dust
settling on the coffee table.
The picture is there,
but the volume has been
muted for a very long time.