I thought it in my head, and the words almost came out my mouth, but you weren’t around to hear them, you weren’t supposed to anyway. They’d shake the earth beneath your feet & send you running for cover from the sudden movement of the parts inside your chest. Only if you can quiet your head. That’s where it starts and ends.
Sleepless nights, a repeat performance, a gentle tug at your heart strings like a moth to a flame.
It’s patience, a slow cadence. It’s anyone’s guess, just nonsense.

Your ears must have been burning that night, or the silence had finally gotten to you too. Slowly creeping out of dreams again, into the waking world. Such keen perception, and opportune timing. And all for what? Guess work and puzzle pieces flung into the tempest, void of reason. Anything seems to go here and all is fair in love and fear. Acting on pragmatic impulses within our chests. Fleeting, constant, constantly fleeting… where does one draw the line to cross it.

Your silence is louder than anything I’ve ever heard before. I find myself looking for answers in the space between your breaths. Sometimes, when dawn breaks I want to retreat under the covers to the depths of my unconscious. You seem keen to linger there longer than anywhere else, even the safest of places. It’s hard to watch you go without an ending, slinking off into the shadows to wait, and I can’t tell anymore if it’s your fault or mine..

And if you wait too long
I’ll be gone, gone, gone

Why did you ever come back around
When all you did was let me down

I’ll take the blame for believing in you.
Transmit static laced with words, fallen by the wayside of a high speed chase through crossed wires and no one on the other end of the line.