Voices on the Wind Voices on Waiting
scrambled eggs by jacob erin-cilberto i hear voices chattering from within the home hear him laughing at space he hears nothing but his eyes dart around the room and the smiles tell him he is understood even though the stories make no sense anymore he tells them anyway and wonders if she's still listening wherever she is the clamor soon dies down, time for bed check his alone time with thoughts of her lying beside him next day's breakfast will bring more stories he'll get through the day with a scrambled smile a laugh or two and hope she will save her last chuckle for him at their rendezvous when he hears that late night clock ticking, in what's left his mind.