empty mailbox, empty inbox
yet the phone is filled to the brim.
this house is drained to silence,
and yet silence sings her hymn .
my heart lies beating and red,
yet cold in it’s black tomb.
mine is the only heart here,
yet my ghosts hearts fill the room.

I scream out into the air,
and my own voice to me does cry.
“is anyone out there?!” I ask the world,
“is anyone out there?!” is the reply.