my silence

On a busy street
Across my house
Where an assortment
Of sounds
Make you deaf
Where footfalls
Are never heard
Where voices
Linger
In the air
Where silence
Is impossible
For them
On that busy street
I would wait
The noise worth enduring
Because my silence
Is here
I would sit
And wait
I will never
Get tired
Before I would hate
The noise
Before I would flee
But one loud busy night
My silence
Came walking by
My silence
Would sit beside me
My silence
Would comfort me
I would always
Be hesitant to leave
But my silence
Would assure me
And so I would go
Everyday enduring
The loudness
Of the world
Then I would go back
To my silence
Sitting by the corner
Of the busy street