Deafening Conversations


Dust settles. Muffled thuds.
I can hear the roaring
Vacuum of your silence.
I can hear the distance
Creaking in its restraints,
Like stars grinding
As their atoms evolve.

Screams, loudest in their absence,
Bombard the cavities of my senses.
I need you to speak,
To burst like the lilac,
That babbles each April,
After lingering, barren,
Through stark winter nights,
Contained in mind numbing white laced quiet.
Talk to me!