Iridium

The quiet had turned to grey
looming
a constant filter of static
enveloping
everything

I didn't see the point in perpetuating
pointlessness
so I
gave up
walked out
to clear my head

Darkness had beaten me
back to the house
no lights
(wait for me, honey)
no sound
but my own heartbeat in my ears
Paused in the doorway

And I thought of you
turning to look at me
asking questions without words
(serration tearing through me)
probably realizing by now
I had no answers

and most likely never would.