I'm still learning your English.  
I put more weight into the pauses
because silence
is what I am accustomed to.  
I can go for days
without a word
and you have gone longer.  
Our last conversation
was another apology.  We exist in
in our withdrawals. Pockets
of interactions we run out of.
I am akin to your back alleys,
your dealings with men
without you saying a word.
Do you also know I sit
around the corner--
coping, too.