Dead Air

Indifference 
the stale sound 
of apathy 
Twelve months 
and we thin to nothing 

We choke 
on bitter words 
we would never say 
This span of autumns 
brought no change 

Apparations 
hollow voice 
ghost of us 
Twelve months and 
how frail this autumn leaves 

I choke on bitter words 
I would never say 
This span of autumns 
never changed