Monday, 26 September 2011


Sometimes it is fun to pretend
I am walking with you
Your voice is nothing
But sharp air slicing up
The silence and licking 
The leftover words that trickle
From my greedy mouth.
I like to think you can hear me
Even when my mouth is closed
And everyone around me shouts
Even I am deaf to my thoughts
But I like to think that you are 
the only one who is not.