You beat me with silence,
With silent silence lasting for days,
You did not like me
Dead wind was futile – and I fought.
You beat me with silence,
And hardened me: to live without you,
And though you could answer,
You should, I just listen to your silence.
Your silent silence
Buzzes screaming in the receiver,
I am struggling
I listen to your buzzing silence,
I hear myself:
I call you back in despair,
I hear my word:
Till it fades in your buzzing silence…
I hear myself:
The little kid who still demands,
I hear myself:
My voice fades in your squeaking silence…
My heart clattered:
Whoever is everything, does not like me!
My heart clatters:
I should let you go away for keeps!
You beat me with silence,
With silent silence lasting for days,
Your silent silence
Races against steadfast death…
I measure with silence,
What is embroidered shroud of peacetime,
I measure with silence,
While I embroider your shroud…
Your shroud
Embroidered with sorrow I harbour,
Your shroud
Studded with tears I harbour,
Maybe death can’t find it
To spread it on you,
Perhaps memory
Of your merry days rises…
Your silent silence
Buzzes screaming in the receiver,
You beat me with silence –
I atone for you with my forgiveness.
June 1, 2022, J. W. Cassandra
