gone are words and the silence is screaming howling screaming
heavy inside the lightness of the lack of you
numb with the feeling of feeling and pulling ripping gripping reaching
choking coughing spitting out the open air
and you said i breathe you in exhale a poison for which there is no cure
and i said had we but world enough and time
yet old ghosts come to call and the silence screams
always the silence screams