In love, she holds her tongue
With respect, she is silent
Heart breaking, she says nothing
For love, she waits.
Mid-day silence descends upon the day room
Momentary respite from continuous auditory assault
Only perceptible sounds are sighs, pages being turned
Her pencil stub gently scratching
The CO’s radio blares
Shatters the stillness.
Eye closed, she envisions
A different stillness
Outside somewhere, a forest, a mountain
With breezes or bird song in the distance
Rather than the ever-present hum
Of the industrial heat-pump.