±=The art of silence=±
(by ChaosDaughter)
The art of silence - mastered well - is the only thing that's truly ours. Sometimes I vaguely wonder if any words could ever be ours as well.
I watch: eyes, fingers tracing inky print, seeking after neither satisfaction nor knowledge - I know you enough - but oblivion. And I smile.
I watch: morning fog as it condenses on your eyelashes, and you blink, half-irritated, half-confused with something so unfamiliar to your senses. And I smile.
I watch: sleight of hand - like that of mine, when I turn over cards - when you turn over pack of cigarettes and twine a trail of smoke around us - an ethereal bond, for you can stand no earthly. And I smile.
***
Our clock counts down, as road rolls up
By every drop of blood - reminds:
We are no friends, no kin; still cup
Is shared on some bitter nights.
But it's alright. Within the mist
From rising sun to setting sun
We walk. I wish we'd be like this
Till zero count and - beyond.
A/N: I guess that's not a _proper_ drabble. Not with this extra poetry piece, anyway. But i thought: "It's something that Hakkai could easily come up with. Nah, I won't throw it away." ^^