Quiet
is your voice
rasping, at the other end
of a line ever more static
They keep pushing at us
to talk
Deep in the forests
of our hearts
silence is a pleasure
silence is the thing
binding
Us, apart, drifting away on currents
rivers in the depth of your worn heart
no longer does anyone know
if your mind is still awake
I've walked under the trees
for so many dreams
I can feel your hand, I'm holding it
you're gone