it still hurts - even after
three years, feels fresh
like words slicing
through static

breathing heavily,
heaving in disbelief
(I wish I could shape
this silence into answers)

how long did this sound
replace conversation,
when words started to
lack meaning, thumbing

through the thesaurus,
finding any word that
could refill me with
inspiration that

leaks through my pores,
poring over each one
precisely, devastated by
the inadequacy of speech

a/n: answers come in the form of silence