You can always hear the silence in other people’s laughter.
But when someone asks you
If you remember his name,
you swear you can feel the loud in the memory of his smile.
And when they ask you,
if you regret the morning coffee
you go back to the white linen cloth
and the rise of the steam and the grey of his eyes and
how day after day
you’d walk into the hurricane.
You’d never say the 6 letter word
because given a choice
you’d beat yourself black and blue
And drown in the waves that break you.
A love isn’t a love until it engraves burn marks
on your heart.
And this love left you with a burning cigarette
and you’ve been smoking ever since.
The sun hasn’t risen yet
and you’re sleeping with your eyes open.
Still, it’s their quiet you’re deciphering and
Never the reason for your own.