08-09-14

I can't ask you to speak, I can't ask
to speak, I am used to so much silence,

endless nights pass without the merest whisper
of a dream or maybe I just couldn't remember

anything, everything is so blank, I can't ask
for you to come and make it bearable,

I am lonely, waiting for you to realize
I'm alone, will you ever come to me,

this palm waits for yours to clasp it,
and sunlight and color and words

and music will bloom between them,
I want it, I want to be silent no more.