And in the silence
i thought of you
of the words that never left your lips
the touch that never found my body
the air that never felt our dance
the wind that never heard our song
is this what regret is?
a turbulence of tortures
a building of what could have been
when the noise comes will i forget you?
do i want to?
can impressions be so easily erased
will i soon forget your face?
shall i drown in this silence
or lose you in the sound
when the noise comes
may it be