Wooden floors
Creak
Empty echo
They had left
Brows furrowed
Fuming frustration
Young, hungry, confused
Hands
Clenched in fists
Dripping sweat
I understood
Been there
Frustration felt
Let them rest
Needed space
Only problem
In rushed departure
They had taken my voice
My Words had
Time passed
Concern grew
Had to find
Needed my voice back
Needed my words back
They knew this
Comfort left
Two steps out
Initial worry
Turned confusion
Words were found
Standing in the driveway
Surly teens
Miscreants
Leather jacket clad
Plotting in
Conversation hushed
Murmurs of revolution
Not against me
My Knights errant
Crusading in the night
That would change the world
Young turks
That could change the world
If she only let them
If she would only
Only
Let them
That is
Til they saw me
And the fraternity
Turned silent
Trick of silence
Never worked
Known discussion
They didn’t want me to hear
They didn’t want me to know
What I already knew all too well
They longed to dance
With her words
For a moment
Of harmony
Of fevered passion
Of breaking famine
Only words can know
The pleasure unspoken
That filled their dreams
'Til then
‘Just checking up on you guys’
I went back in
They would return
I trusted them
I knew
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