i keep on
waiting --
like the pause
after asking a
question that
nobody
answers.
my tears,
they dont fall loudly
anymore.
instead --
they sit behind my
eyes,
like letters
that i
never sent.
i write to you
in my head --
it's not the same.
folding paper thoughts
into quiet,
dark,
corners of my mind,
and pretending
you might still
be calling
me back
someday.
but theres only
ever silence,
no evidence,
and me --
still waiting
for someone
who had
let go
first.
soul; entry five
date wrote: 30/6
