“Walk to the quietest place” he said.
I would, but walking won’t help.
My whine comes with me
Growing louder as I feed it with attention.
I can go to the quiet places
But I won’t find silence there.
“I would if I could” I said,
But would I?
I didn't meet in the middle.
But here I am doing by not-doing
Because I hear what isn't there.