In the silence
I could gaze upon you and lose all of my time
I wouldn’t ask for much besides a simple life
I could set the stage, pretend to be your wife
I could pray to you as if you are divine
I could sing your praises in each language that I learn
Your portraits in my home, they hang on every turn
Your eyes are in my water, your smell is in the earth
I felt you in the fire and longed for being burned
I’d whisper your name into air so much it would reverb
Its sound could wake me better than any morning bird
I would commit to memory each line that I observed
Your hair is soft, your wrists are thin, your mouth is slightly curved
You said you like the sea, so I walked straight into it
You said you want some peace, so I sat still, unmoving
There’s always been something so sweet in dedicated bruising
You said you liked the color, so it didn’t feel as grueling
For you I’m always hungry, I’ll never have my fill
And i know that when you go, it’ll all be oh so still
No chirping birds, no fireflies, no turning of the mill
There is no way, after you’ve gone, for me to feel fulfilled
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