Talking is too much
Today, the next day, now
If they could just
If they could direct it all that way please
I ask them not to speak of tired
but they will do it anyway, exhaustively.
A sigh could be enough for now
But littleness is too big for lonely
Like a song in space
I know we are most alone
when we do not
like a child's cheeks
like a silent film once played right here on my skin
The quiet cast a star's quality over us as we
spoke in whispered lines
written for grand scores
and signed autographs
with wet fingertips.
Sentences that I can't complete
Is it me who fell asleep?
A lifetime could be enough
I think, of quiet time
If I could spend it forgetting today.