I listen to your silence
Brought across miles
By my disappearance
From your life
An absence forced on me,
The unwilling,
Seemingly silent participant,
Speaking words
Burned on pages
Yearning to be heard
Falling on deaf eyes,
Supposedly blind
To my forays,
Nothing seen
Nothing heard
I listen to your silence
— glb
pounded into the carpet
sobbing and cringing
i can’t breathe
this is where
i come apart
i am disintegrating
i can’t utter a sound
this is where
i lose everything
i am going away
for a very long time
— glb
i love you
fills an empty heart,
it rattles around
the chambers
holding on to
the promise of
never ending
and
unrelenting
passion,
cries out
in painful gasps
struggling to breathe
through the dust
left in the
atrophied muscle
— glb
I will make with my tears a circle in the sand. There, I will build a castle.
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