A question is all it takes
For you to give what was never asked
Not the jokes, not the memories,
Not a bit of the books and television series
Not the words that break
the distance between our generic hi’s and smiles.
A mystery it is,
The question unasked
Repeatedly as you fill sometimes
the empty seats beside me.
No one answers it really
Because of the repetition, the routine
of the emptiness gone around me
that which your stories could give warmth
against the January chills
becomes the answer
to the question you never asked
But your every question I refuse to answer
Fine here, a laugh there,
A moment of silence you fill or avoid
And all the repetition and routine
Of unemptied spaces
Become void around me
As my empty gaze throw back your question
To be unasked to somebody else.
To me the kindest thing to leave your question unanswered
To me the kindest thing to leave your routine undone
To me the kindest thing to leave your interest untampered
To leave you the kindest thing I have done
For this prompt:
Tell us about the nicest thing you’ve ever done.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us KINDNESS.
Yes, it is getting worse.