Natasha Ashwe
I was listening to the silence
The vacuums enveloping your words
The gloved hands pawing at me
The pauses and the commas
Your voice on the phone
The stranger in the blind gaze
That distance draws over our eyelids
Watching the seconds tick away
Knowing that everything you say
Will not be enough
Yet still with a heart
That will dance in the cold wet you speak of
[With glee!]
[If it could]
And the silence
Will save me from the infinite ones
Devoid of our conversation.