you can’t hear me
well, it’s not like you ever could
if you move i’ll stop talking
because i don’t want you to hear.
darling.
i don’t want you to hear all the truths
i need so desperately to transfuse into your system
after i’ve been sustaining you on
nothing but untruths for so long.
if your breathing changes from an
easy flow of wide inouts to
catching heart screech hiccups, long racking
sobs, asthmatic wheezes and
five mile sprint gulping
i’ll know i’ve done my job
because i’ll have switched the message
running in roundabout loops through your ears
to this crackling fizz of
nothing.
that is the truth.
your eyelids flutter and i can feel their breeze
so i’ll hold you closer
as you exhale warm moist in the sweaty dark hanging about us
because maybe actions are the truth
we’ve been missing
maybe these voices mean nothing
maybe my head is your untruth and your warmth
is just the untruth i need to drown in.
most perfect.
you know, you’re better at this than i am.
or worse.
i never could tell the difference.
the mattress groans
but you don’t
because you’ve rejected
and denied yourself.
it’s okay, darling
sweetie, i’ll just be gone a moment
just a moment longer here
before i join you
where the truths and untruths dissolve into gray
which i’ve never really minded.
because, dear,
honestly now,
we can’t be living separate lives
if i’m not living.
you’re already there.
can we?A Poem by Sam Page© 2010 Sam PageAuthor's Note
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