silence drips
between us, cold and sorry.
i don’t want to
look into your eyes, and see
your soul
i’d rather be blind.
you expect explanations
but words can draw shapes and
shapes can be holes in our
little faraway daydreams,
but i want to stay in my bed
and think.
i don’t want to talk,
or explain, or understand or ask why.
i just want to
know.
