in a din of weeping
poised in a cacophony of missing hope
lost laughter
and the muted thumping of a traumatized heart
a perfect silence lies still
hunting the edge of memory
anxious to snatch at the sound of your voice
glut itself on our sweet nothings
and slurp the smell of your hair
into its deep greedy maw

its stomach will swell
on your secret smile
and i will be left
staring in wonderment at strange shadow shapes
aching for something lost
unable to wrap my mind around
that strange emptiness
the sucking vacuum
wondering what star exploding in my soul
left such a hungry nothingness

09/16/2004