"You"

The sound of silence is the
drip - drip - drip -
of a leaky kitchen sink
in this space devoid of "you".
Every hour passes quiet
not a second ticks aloud,
just the faucet, steady dripping
overflowing crusted pots.
In the silence, shadows conquer
while the stillness fills with tension,
and the void grows ever greater
as the night becomes the day.