You never told me what you meant
with those long silences, and I
was never sure if you were
speaking without words or if
I was just seeing what I
wanted to see.
Now that we've drifted
apart and you've found
other, more interesting, more
deserving company, I am
lost. Your silence no longer
speaks to me and I am not
comfortable without words.
So I speak of inconsequential
things and nonsense, talking
quickly to keep that vacuum from
sucking me in.

You always had to know the
exact limits of everything.
I guess I was no exception.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2007
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