into the silence

the currents breaking in

find words

that can’t be washed

away

the pain, though tossed

in still waters, is not lost: it

spreads in the black

absence of you

and lingers

with the obstinacy

of rock-clinging things

how do I grasp these words

to cut through the gray matter

suspended into the silence

the mass of it rises

up slowly, blearily

mutely screaming

if i surface,

i’ll lose my hold

on you

and all these words

these words

will be forced

into being