S) Speak to me
There was a time when
I would have done anything to hear your voice.
It’s all about what you don’t say.
You don’t say “I love you.”
You don’t say “I miss you.”
You don’t say “I need you.”
I would have laid at your feet like a dog.
Cut myself open
Share it with you, offer it to you
Til I find a way to exist inside you.
My pain was huge, operatic
I would have eaten my own heart
Right out of your hands
But you never got hungry for me.
You sucked me out of myself
But didn’t put me back, left the pieces all over the place
Let the wind scatter my ashes and
Animals take my bones
I had to look in New York, and London
And my beloved Paris,
I looked in
Disneyworld and Twentyninepalms
Peoria and El Paso
Flew over the Rock Mountains
With wings constructed of
Chicken wire, newspaper
Had no clue
Didn’t know what or where
Just pointed myself straight at the setting sun
None of those places put me back together
Because all I wanted was for you
To speak to me
A voice on the other end of the
The easiest thing to find
The hardest thing to