Hello darkness, my old friend
Her laptop sat there, on and waiting, waiting for the miniscule chance that noise would come and his face would appear in the corner. She still wished they could have any sort of consistency. But then she remembered how solid everything was between them. They trusted each other. The worry over safety was mutual. And neither really got mad in the end when they couldn't connect with any type of regularity.
I've come to talk with you again
Suddenly, as her screen began to darken, his image rose on the screen.
Because a vision softly creeping
She smiled. He was there. For however long it'd be, she didn't care. She savored the moments where they could see each other's face, no matter the disconnect. No matter the internet lag.
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
He smiled at her, a large, sad, longing smile. It's the expression he usually greeted her with. One that marked the image that tended to grace her mind these days. It reflected the similar feelings she felt.
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
They didn't say anything for a moment. Sometimes it was nicer to withhold the starting "hi" or "hey" for a while. There was a mutual understanding that seeing each other in real time and taking each other in was more valuable than words. He finally broke the silence, saying a quiet "hi". Her eyes lit up with the sound of his voice. He saw it and she felt it. It was always the little things that mattered most. They talked, but the actual words didn't matter. But rather that they were in each other's presence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
These occurrences made her feel alive, in a way her work, her friends and her dad never could. She waited for the day of his return. Anxious and savoring any interaction between them until that moment. They spoke. They no longer hurried like their conversations used to at the beginning. Instead, they each soaked in every moment. Suddenly and as unexpectedly as usual, he disappeared from her screen.
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
She sat there, unmoving, reveling in the glow that she tended to have after these moments.
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Finally, with great hesitance, hoping not to lose a feeling she so treasured, she turned toward her bed. Right after he was cut off, was often the most painful part of her days. It's when she missed him most of all, the memory of their two weeks ago brought to the forefront of her memories.
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
She didn't always know what else to do other than curl up in bed hanging on for one more split second. It wasn't like her, but their chats made her see him walking out of the door, made her remember the look that overtook her. She closed her eyes and remembered him.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
She saw him as she drifted off. It usually happened this way. A slide show of what she loved about him ran before her eyes.
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
She always dreamed of him too. It didn't matter if she'd spoke with him or seen him that day. The distance brought him into her dreams in a way she never expected.
People writing songs that voices never share
They weren't sharing their lives in any way like they'd expected. Throughout the days that passed until they knew they'd be reunited. The days held moments that they didn't share, no matter how much they wrote in emails. No matter how much she didn't want it to, it pained her.
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
But her friends and her dad finally understood. They saw that she was happier even with him away then ever she was without him in her life.
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Even so, they didn't really know how much he affected her. How much being back home affected her. How much being with all of them affected her. Someday, maybe, they'd understand. Until then, she was okay being in her own wonderful bubble.
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
As sleep took her into its grasp, she carried so much hope for her reunion with him.
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
For now, she was without. But she was with him, she carried him every day. She shared what should could with him. Tried to keep him there to defeat the silence his absence tended to leave.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
She dreamt of him, which was typical. When she wasn't in control, he ruled her thoughts: his sweetness, his caring and his innate ability to see through her bullshit and push and pull.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Their story was epic.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
She was waiting; he was waiting; both working but the days dwindling.
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
And she woke the next morning to a house she shared with her father, not him; with his car to drive, but not him. But most importantly, Logan wasn't there for Veronica to greet as she woke up. It was the only way she ever wanted to start her day.