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