an
answer
leads
to
no
words.

silence is golden,
but to me,
it is silver,
and i want to rub it on my chapped lips deprived of moisture,
so i can swallow it down my throat.

we both know we are on the line,
i have tied our strings together because another was snipped apart,
and it managed to hold together,
and i know it will fall apart.

my knuckles against the walls,
a framework entailed to blood,
would you save me,
even if i had none?

as night dawns and eclipses into the sunsets where i remember watching,
the light fading away everything i could know,
the sea breeze against my cheeks,
to paint them rose apart from that
deep
dark
blue
bruise.

together,
we are silent,
but i want to say something,
even if it is pointless,
one word could save me, right now,
but that anxiety,
that fear holds me tight.

"why are you calling me?"

"i don't know," i croak out, despite how much i don't want to,
and the drips of water i have drunken flows down the thin fabric that will surely transpire to create another ocean,
where i can drown,
in that congestion,
because i know that running away,
is my strength.

"then don't call," he doesn't falter his tone,
and i know the kei now,
won't
ever
let
go.

"okay," i manage, but i wanted to say more,
so much more,
and at brief seconds where our lips against our hearts ensued,
i really wanted to tell him so much more,
that silver on my lips has turned into gold.

the screen faded to black,
not at the point where the horizons met,
but where they ended and never brought us back,
to echo whispers of the heart,
an unfinished song.

i didn't know what to say,
what to salvage,
what to save and keep,
within these battered hands,
i felt like i have done more than plucking petals out of you,
stinging your thorns into my fingers,
and leaving behind a stem to throw away.

"i'm ending this call," he sighs,
as i consciously searched for the parts of him that were still tangible,
enough for me to hold,
as shuddered breaths of mine shroud silence into one,
and i whisper,
"don't."