a man a minute

you can tell when a house has been quiet you can smell the silence in the air you can feel it when running your fingers along the walls you can taste it in the water from the faucet you can tell when a man has been quiet you can smell it in the air around him you can see it in the cloudiness of his eyes you can hear it in the croaking in his voice you can tell when a man is broken it can be seen so easily, yet its never noticed; it's never recognised. a man a minute. they never care and they never will.