There is nothing
on the entire planet
nor in the human world
I love
more
than silence,
loneliness
which sticks like the sugar
in honey, made
from the bees festooning
while the flowers
keep one
or two
flower-lengths
apart,
dried-up
in the lovely silence
of the house
you left.
These moments come
impossibly rare—
I cherish them,
plan for them,
watch for them
as I’d watch my own child
cross the street
were I a mother
like you,
or a father
like you.
There is nothing
on the entire planet
we’re forced to live on
I hate
more
than your deafening
silence.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
There is nothing
on the entire planet
nor in the human world
I love
more
than silence,
loneliness
which sticks like the sugar
in honey, made
from the bees festooning
while the flowers
keep one
or two
flower-lengths
apart,
dried-up
in the lovely silence
of the house
you left.
These moments come
impossibly rare—
I cherish them,
plan for them,
watch for them
as I’d watch my own child
cross the street
were I a mother
like you,
or a father
like you.
There is nothing
on the entire planet
we’re forced to live on
I hate
more
than your deafening
silence.
