And Silence Answered

You write,
“What I mean is thrown across the page in ink and blood,
this pen betrays me,
my hand spills only lies,
my elbow, my shoulder, they do not listen,
they give me no justice,
my heart my heart my heart”
Your breath hot on my skin you say,
“What I mean is there is no peace in heaven without you.
I could scream into the darkness,
would any but you hear my cry?”
I can touch the frustration in your bones,
Your hands tremble from the strain of it, I say,
“Weather this storm with me,
give me your words and I’ll give you my strength,
you understand.”
You whisper to me,
Locked in the throes of some vague apocalypse,
“The world was never supposed to be this way.”