Silence whispered in my ear
in high-strung wind whoosh
and roofs beaten like snares
while bringing me your words.
You told me to use my imagination.
With only dark nights and white air,
a blank bed and pillow palette knives,
all too blue to the touch,
I painted the memory of your embrace.
You have always stayed by my side.
I smelled your breath,
inhaled the warmth of your neck,
and buried my nose in your hair
in a dream on a stormy night.
I'm not done yet. The long days of rain broke me. I'm flooding with words on the inside.