Passenger

It's a special sort of silence,
one that's uncomfortable but
tolerated.

We're here
together.
We could die
together

but no one thinks about that.

They sit, they read, they listen
to everything on mute.

They're missing it.
They're missing everything.

All is clear outside the window.
All is perfect
All is safe.

Together
we're safe.

Take it in before it blurs.

That's all we'll see when
all goes black.

- SJM -