i.

To whom it
may concern:

there you are
hiding

pretending
behind silence

I could not see
you

that our relationship
is a cliché

as I am
as this is:

             meeting strangers
             meeting friends

             being lovers

then
         f a   d     e

after the bridge
of a song

......is more than
words.

If I could make
silence speak,

yours would say:

         ii.

To whom it
should concern:

there were days
waiting

for me
to feed them

with meaning,
more than

slight gestures,
three-word conversations

instead I left
them

hanging, to be with
you

(sincerely)
it was a bliss:

I    folded
     flipped
     swept
     cleaned
     ironed
     served
     pleasured

             time.

I   deciphered

words behind walls
cracked them open

like an eggshell
with my fingernails

they whispered:

          iii.

To whom it
is concerned:

so this is
it.

A face,
smiling, frowning,

uncertain,
yours

disappearing
from the photograph

I have
neither memory

nor farewell
from you.

I prefer
that you would

shatter and s h  a    t    t    e     r
my dreams

(that's it)
with sounds

than a quiet resolution
as I cannot hypothesize

for if you could make
silence speak,

mine would say: