when you dream,
is it of me?
when it is quiet,
do you still hear it?
if you had listened
all those times before,  
to my hearts steady rhythm,
each thump calling your name.
It used to beat for you,
the sound loud in my ears.
so loud I knew you heard.
but you never answered.
She is quiet now.
sitting still in her home she has made inside my ribs.
Waiting for the answer I know she'll never get.