the silence turns to sadness
on tv the man is talking about baseball
and the shelf above it is kerouac
–finally talking to me
my computer beeps like warning
of red-handed slight of hand.
but i hear nothing, despite the calamity.
in my head i just see quiet
almost like i want it.
and i miss you so much right now.
you’re a beautiful girl
and your eyes write nonfiction
while your hands trace poetry
and your hair whispers music
the words you say when we’re together
are the only words ever created
that i ever want to remember
when it gets so quiet around here
i hear my heart beating
i hear the keys clack-clack-clack-ing
and i only want to hear you
someday you may come out
tell everyone that you’re a liar
but right now you speak such pretty words
and i’m inclined to believe you
don’t let me down, angel
the piercing ugliness of silence
is more than i can take