talk to me

i wish

no cold or lonely

no dark and heavy

in quiet affliction

my tired soul

is standing on the edge

of the awkward stage

of this,

my enemy,

this naked silence

you make no sound

it strips my soul

i wish for any sound

from your lips

to cover my nakedness

a straight communication

no resentfulness

of twisted misunderstandings

spawning a deepening fatigue

i’m wishing for,

i’m craving rest

won’t you let me lay

my tired head

on your breast?

a push into the glaring light,

hiding in the dark behind

we are at odds again

burning rays of suspicion

and sterile dialogue

i fall naked

i beg you

clothe me with a sound

sweet words of your lips

let’s bring it to an end

let’s make up,

an end to this weariness

of hurled sounds at each other

stiletto heels striking long halls

and corridors

piercing through my heart

fading away into the distance

mocking echos of broken love

emmanating from yesterday’s argument

in my ears

until then,

your silence waits for me

at every turn,

stealthily,

with baited breath,

i wait

a foothold with bended knee

at the ready to apologize

i wait each time,

there is no other way,

i am sequestered

by my desparate love for you,

bleeding from in my ears

in the din of silence

time and time again

your form walks past

beyond my reach and touch

my broken eyes

yearn to see some rays of hope

that you might stop and stay awhile

and talk with me

would you take some time

to whisper something in my ears

and give me rest?