I used to talk to you everyday
The distant seemed so small
When the phone pressed your voice
So close to my ear, and I could
Almost feel your breath
Soft against my hair.
But now even that is gone
And my soul screams
With all the things I want to say
Everyday, whispering them to you
To make it all better, to make me feel.
I cannot talk to you now
For six years I could, and now,
I suddenly find myself facing
A vast, empty, shrieking silence.
I open my mouth to scream into it
But feel hands squeezing my throat.
So this is how I talk to you
Through my silence,
The pauses between my smiles,
In between the commas and the spaces
My soul speaks to yours.
But I know you cannot hear it.
Still, I talk.