Maya S.

Video Call

Music echoes in the background.

A pencil scratching on paper.

A paper flipping in the silence.

The taps of computer keys clicking to the beat.

A hum to the song.

Two faces hunched over work, hiding away.

No one talking,

no conversation.

Just the music,

the scratching,

the flipping,

the clicking.

The feeling of closeness lingering in the air.

Even without speech, we stay.

Because together we stand keeping company,

while the others are in a world away.