What is that you say? I can’t hear you any more...
We no longer speak
In a meaningful way
The doors are locked
The windows barred
All gaps and chinks
Stuffed and plugged
We move, we eat
We sleep, we talk
In splendid isolation
The pain kept at bay
The sorrow removed
Plucked and picked
To bone and nerve
A half life of shadows
Muttering silence
Mute retreat.
What is that you say?
I hear words without
Meaning, a voice
Without sound
I want to hear you
Speak to me the way
You always did
Those gentle words
Endearments, love
Tender secrets
Silent sound
Voiceless pleasures
implied, found.
Your voice grows dim and I know that I will speak with you no more...
