I don’t hate silence.
But I hate the silence
because it reminded me of the laughter.
I can live with distance.
And I hate this distance
because of our closeness once.
I can still cry.
But these tears, no.
Because crying is not what I wanted for you.
In my mind’s eye it was only the stars
and the big wide open
sky to fall into and drift to sleep.
Your head on my shoulder.
