How are we so quiet with all this noise inside us?

She looked me over, frowning down at my old saddle oxfords, but let them go. “Your eyebrows are so thick, I should pluck them.” 

“That sounds fun, let’s save it till tomorrow.”

My entire life’s assignment is to ask questions. Why else are we even here?

She opened her mouth like she was about to ask something soft, but nothing came out. All this noise inside us and we can’t make a sound.

He squinted at me in the sun, reached down and squeezed my hand. It wasn’t so much a jolt now as a transfer of light.

He let go of my hand and I felt the loss, a body part removed.

The ache in her voice had muscle, sinew.

I guess that is about the best you can ask for in life. To find the person who will keep the dogs from getting you.

All this noise inside us and we cannot make a damn sound.

There is no feeling lonelier than knowing the people you love won’t even remember your name soon.