Every morning I wake up in a nightmare
I do not know how this happened my love
I do not know
What it is that has grown so big suddenly
That we suffer like this when
We know that everything is
Just a missed call away

Silences

I wish I could

Collect little fragments of silences from everywhere

And preserve them in a tape recorder,

To listen later

To the sounds of words running

Beneath my collected silences.