We sit silently in the flickering light,
shadows cast by the box in the corner
that we are earnestly not watching,
and we studiously avoid a conversation
neither wants to start.
Meaningless sounds form a backdrop
to thoughts that hurtle round my head
on a repeating loop,
in hope that something might be different
on the next pass.
Questions, whose response
would release the floodgates
in a deluge of devastation.
So we sit.
And the longer we sit,
relief is tempered
with a steadily building tension.
We both feel the approach
of the impending explosion,
neither wanting to ignite the spark.