silence
is so heavy
for all of its
weightlessness
contagious
despite being
an absence
less illness
than infection
a stale rot
which settled
deep in the marrow
of who we were
adding anxiety
until only i
was unaware
despite deep
adoration conveyed
her emotions were
now past tense
the only tension
keeping memory
afloat had lost
structural integrity
while a fool paced
silently on a corpse
of love’s delusion
in a shadowed copse
she had previously
long abandoned

he is sentimental and
he needs sent to mental
seem too close
for a fool’s comfort
on quiet mornings where
i feel every ounce
of importance i lack