Hello?
Hello—
It’s good to see—
It’s me! Let me tell you about me.
Yes. It is you again.
Whom I meant to welcome.
Around whom I now cannot breathe.
Your voice filled the room before you entered.
Your stories, hungry as fire, asked to be fed.
I mistook the smoke for mystery.
Sometimes I miss the kind of silence
that didn’t need my attention
to exist.
💙
That is a beautiful, profound and romantic poem. I love the last mysterious stanza
Thank you, Thomas.