i've known silences without quietness
wars without guns, agonies without categories,

 i ve
hugged momentarily with peace.

Time and time again
I trudged away from personal disasters, some self created, some encountered.

i've collected my battered parts, recovered life in my own terms.

i've held you like a fragment, like a star, a filament....like my ' could have beens '.

i've held you like a memory of enlacing fingers
when love
was simple as the sunshine on the walls.

I have up my ideas of permanent and éternel.
Learnt to sit quiet.
i've been synonymes - darkness and i.
till the moon rose like a songbird in the midst of my words.

Words
they drizzle, they poke, they pirece
they flurry the layers of stillness.

Naming my uncomfort
i cry out
'Look, this is not a wound!'
' This is me !'

Between bleached incoherent phrases
i meet you again
here on an empathic page where i could possibly touch you
Hoping
probably,you could hear me!

i mailed you my letter to an address you can't find
unless your mailbox is
In your heart.