Quiet

I enter the quite cold house
Of pink walls splashed in uneven paint

A patch of wet wall allows fungus to pitch green

The walls cold and quite

I walk into silence

Not sure if I can hear someone speak

Mutter, rattle

I am not sure if it’s my mind speaking loud

To the staring walls – pink and mossy

The phone lies on the bed

Cold and quite

It’s stopped ringing for long

I do not know how long

As long as long

Not a message

Not a trace of an attempt to communicate

I have waited

But none

No enquiries, no clichés

Sweet nothings none

No monotonous drone

No exited tales of suspense and wonder

Quite

~~~~**~~