to be continu... (poem)
Sunday, Jul. 28, 2002
when your words are absent
my thoughts are naked
raw
when i am alone
i feel every breath of air
ripping at me
every doubt becomes
a stare
drilling through
and then i remember
one word
not all the thousands that
you sent
just the one word
you�ve never said
sometimes silence
is everything loud
compared to hearing
nothing
-PoeticaL