There is a tension in between our pauses
When one is left, the three become divided
The crack in said mortar, yet to be identified
But they will not be cast upon by stones
We know how to talk and communicate ourselves
Our relentless yearning to be heard by those who get it
And so we keep speaking, despite the thickness in the air
Pretending that we truly know one another
Until we've all come down too hard to deny it anymore.