2:22
The room came into view, and there we met again, in the liminal.
The room held noise like an echo,
quiet and loud simultaneously.
Chairs scraping across marble.
Chatter suspended beneath candlelight.
The low swell of too many voices trying to become one thing.
And again
Clink.Clink.Another toast beginning somewhere far from my body.
As the room became a hu…
