Your Words Have Crawled Slowly Into My Thought

Your words have crawled slowly into my thought And I will listen to what they say Because the silence of the wind is heavy, And I cannot bear the weight. I have often asked myself, why I complicate simple things so— And why there are joys when consumed By an obese grief. But I do not wish to sing the Old melodrama; I do not have a voice. I would much rather sit beside you Watching the flowing river before us, Listening to the current Dividing, And translate what it tries to say. I know there are worse sorrows miles away But what matters most to me Is thawing the frozen stillness between us. You are the words that inhabits my thought And I will listen to what you say. Because the silence of the wind is heavy, And I cannot bear to wait. I do not want to be the mistake— The fading cloud with concrete drops of rain... Or the wrecked statue with the sad crumpled face. I’d rather be the light that scratches Your window curtains In the early knocks of day. Or the shy smile between conversations When there is nothing left to say. I am very sorry. I do not wish to lose you as a friend; to lose everything. I do not wish to sleep poorly and speak to the walls every evening.