By DJ Saracin

…then we grew silent

I am still,
in monologue
with the silence
I’ve created to whisper
secrets to you.
With your hand in mine,
I shall speak to you
with a longing
that suffers the distance
in us.

I’ve grown deaf
to the echoes of my ranting.
I still listen.
Sometimes I think i hear you,
faintly.

There are moments when
I find you in my thoughts,
in places i’ve never been to,
then you speak to me
as though i’m lost.
I enjoy wandering in your daydreams…
if only longing
wasn’t such a far place.

In time
I shall head towards
this place
I remember you by,
where we never spoke,
nor touched.

…well, maybe we might have.
I can only see so little
without my words and yours.