They whisper to me you know...and when they sing, I sit in a corner and I just listen. For I can't mute their voices and I've never managed to scream them away, for what more can I beg to leave when it desires to stay?
YOU ARE READING
in your absence
PoetryPerhaps I love you too little, because there is still so much you don't understand...for I crave touch, just not from your hands.
