a place for silence

i know where this silence turns
for solace and even respite. To
conversations with those
who are not yet our friends
(who may never be)
and for that we shall always
owe them. sometimes one
needs that stranger, to play
a walk on part, not ask too
many questions, keep us in fear
of our reputations, or other
insecurities, that we admit
with surprising nonchalance
to be tastelessly clichéd.

Friends tend to understand.
And sometimes, thats exactly
what we dont need. Let there
be distance, judgment, roleplay,
illusion, and the magic of deep
shallows possible only in a non-friend.
here is to you, then. may there be words.
And may silences bury themselves
between the lines. For nobody to read.