The Power of Ellipses

Its almost funny How these dark silhouettes Of long lost silence The nothing left over by nothing Bore holes in your brain Like the long lost nothing Of all those joints he smoke in high school For all those reasons that ended In a colorful “because” Followed eloquently by an equally colorful ellipse That articulates all the reasons that the world is wrong Then trailing off into paths of pills Leading to empty bottles Which were usually meant only for sleep And leaving holes burned in his memory Articulated by another sorrowful ellipse Which is kinder now, it’s wits Like his vocabulary Dulled by self medication I watch from afar As we each compensate for our silences Wrapped together into something almost whole In the backseat of his car Wishing abstractly that I could be all there As I let the grumbling grindcore growling from his stereo Grace the edges of my psyche And understand, if only briefly, how silence is possible